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writing0305 · 5 months

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Storm.

Pairing: Homelander x Supe!F!Reader

Summary: You are a supe, part of The Seven and Homelander's girlfriend. What started as a PR relationship, turned into a real relationship when Homelander managed to wear you down. Now you were pregnant with his baby. The first supe baby, born from two supe parents.

Warning: Homelander. Heavy swearing. Toxic and abusive relationship. Homelander''s weird milk thing. Body shaming(of A-train)

Homelander was completely and utterly fucking infatuated with you from the mere second you joined The Seven. He wanted you from the second his eyes landed on you. And like always, Homelander got his way. It took a few months, lots of persuasion, and a forced PR relationship before he finally wore you down.

It was months into your fake relationship that you gave in to the many advances he made toward you. One night together and your whole fucking life changed. Before you knew it, you were his and there wasn’t a single thing you could do. You just had to accept it.

The man was nearly obsessed with you. He wanted you by his side all the time. And when he couldn’t have you with him, he’d track your phone and constantly text you. He dictated who you talked to, what you wore, what you did. Every last thing of your life.

You had learned to live with it, and a part of you had started to get feelings for the man. Almost like Stockholm syndrome. You couldn’t help but love the only man who gave you love and attention.

But things for you quickly turned upside down when you found out you were pregnant. You went to doctors within Vought, when your powers started acting out. The live electricity inside your body ran wild. Like a live wire and sometimes you barely had control over it.

That’s when they informed you the baby inside your womb was interfering with your powers, short-circuiting you. You didn’t believe them until they showed you the sonogram. A baby. Your baby. You were left confused and scared when they told you, you were four weeks pregnant.

You knew supes could have children. There were many supes who had children with none supes. But their was no baby with two supe parents. And with the tight leash Homelander had on you, only he could be the father.

You had always wanted children but many years ago, Vought told you, you couldn’t have children. Because, unlike most supes, you weren’t injected with compound V. You were a test tube baby just like Homelander. Neither of you was supposed to be able to procreate and it left you even more confused in scared.

So much so, that it was now two weeks later and you still hadn’t uttered a word to Homelander. He wasn’t stupid, he quickly realized something was wrong with you. He could see and smell the change in your body. And soon he’d be able to hear it.

For a few days now, he could hear a soft thud, a heartbeat that grew stronger every day. He was unable to find the source and it was driving him crazy. Unaware he was hearing the development of his baby’s heartbeat.

It was in The Seven’s meeting room, on a Monday morning when everything came out from under wraps. You were sitting with the rest of the group, listening to Homelander go on and on about the weeks stats.

He was visibly irritated and growing even more irritated by the second. His ranting was cut off by a long silence as he inhaled sharply. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes, taking another deep breath.

“What’s that sound?” He asked in a low voice as his gaze darted around the room.

Everyone looked between each other and Homelander in confusion. “What sound?” Maeve asked as she stared up at him with furrowed eyebrows, her head tilting to the side.

“A heartbeat.” He muttered in a low voice, and it didn’t even register in your mind what he was getting at. There were a lot of people in the room with beating hearts and you weren’t aware the tiny baby inside had started developing its own.

Maeve’s eyes squinted as she looked at Homelander like he had gone crazy. Everyone in the room did. “Well, there’s six breathing people with heartbeats in here with you…” She muttered as she glanced between the rest of you.

“I can hear seven.” He muttered and at that very moment, it clicked inside your head. Your heart clenched in your chest and Homelander’s gaze accusingly shot towards you. He stared you down as he focused on you, realizing the sound was coming from you.

“What?�� Starlight questioned his words as her eyebrows furrowed and she shook her head as she shared a confused look with Maeve.

You struggled to tear your eyes away from Homelander’s piercing gaze. You softly cleared your throat and shifted uncomfortably in your chair. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You muttered softly as you felt a wave of nausea rise up in the back of your throat.

You felt Homelander’s scorching hot gaze on you as you rushed out of the room. As you stalked down the hall, there were sparks of blue coming from your hands, and the lightbulbs on the ceiling and walls burst as you passed them. Everyone in the hallway was lucky it was only the bulbs and not them being fried to a crisp.

You rushed into the bathroom and as you burst into a stall and fell to your knees, you brought up everything you had eaten that morning. The lights in the room flicked and then went eye-blinding bright before the bulbs burst.

When you were done, you grabbed toilet paper and wiped your mouth. You listened as the door to the bathroom slowly creaked open and heavy footsteps entered. You sighed softly, tossing the toilet paper in the toilet and flushing before you got up to your feet.

With a deep breath, you stepped out of the stall, your gaze immediately meeting Homelander’s. he stood near the door, hands clasped together behind his back and his jaw tightly wired shut. He silently stared at you for a second, his face eerily blank of emotion.

You stood at the entrance of the stall, eyebrows knitting together with fear as you stared back at him. His eyes squinted as his head tilted to the side. “How long have you known?”He asked in a low voice.

You took a shaky breath as your gaze diverted to the ground. “Homelander-” You spoke up, trying to explain yourself to him, but you were quickly cut off by him.

“How fucking long?” He repeated his question, his voice louder now as he took two small steps closer to you. Steps that terrified you.

You silently stared at him for a second before taking a deep breath, your heart completely sinking into the pit of your stomach. “Two weeks.” You whispered as your gaze diverted down to the ground again.

“Two weeks? Two fucking weeks?” He snapped his eyes getting eerily wide as he stared at you. His arms dropped to his sides and his hands clenched into fists. “And you didn’t think to fucking tell me?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

You look up at him again, your head tilting to the side as you sigh, shaking your head. “I-” You desperately tried to explain yourself but he didn’t give you a second to explain yourself. He didn’t want your excuses, he just wanted answers.

“Is it mine?” He asked in a low voice, his head tilting to the side as he took a few more steps closer towards you. His steps were extremely slow yet so determined that it scared you even more.

Your eyebrows furrowed, taken aback by the question. “What?” You asked softly, confused about why he would question your loyalty towards him. At the very least, that was something you always gave him. Even in the beginning when your relationship was a PR stunt, you were loyal to the end.

You gasped as Homelander launched forward. His arm stretched out, his hand wrapping around your neck. He yanked you out of the stall and slammed you against the wall beside it. “Did you let someone else fuck you?” He asked in a low voice as he leaned his face inches away from yours. “Is that why you’re scared to tell me?” He asked as his lips pulled back into a snarl.

“No!” You snapped as blue sparks ran through your vein and Homelander gave you a pointed warning look. You knew better than to shock or electrocute him. And even if your raging hormones did fuck up your powers, you still managed to settle the electricity running through your veins, with just one look from the man.

“Is it mine?” He asked you in a low voice, his grip tightening around your neck. If you were any mere human, he’d have snapped your neck in half, but to you, his grip was barely enough to leave a bruise. “Is it fucking mine?” He repeated his question when you didn’t answer fast enough

“Yes, it is.” You replied with a slight nod of your head and his grip loosened around your neck. You shoved his hand away before stepping towards the bathroom sink, rinsing out your mouth with the cold water.

“Because I’m scared!” You snapped as you turned around to face him, and he was ever so slightly taken aback by your outburst of emotions. You had always been good at keeping yourself calm and collected. This was a new sight for him. “I’m fucking scared!” You yelled, your voice cracking as your eyes filled with tears. “They told me I couldn’t ever have children! And now here I am and I don’t fucking know what’s going on!” You ranted as you sighed deeply. “I’m scared…for the first time in my life, I’m scared.” You admitted.

He watched you, his hands clasped together behind his back again. His jaw clenched for a second. “Then why the fuck did you not tell me?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows.

He silently stared at you for a second before stepping closer. He leaned down so that his face was inches away from yours and he stared into your eyes. “You should have come to me the second you found out.” He muttered in a low voice. “I fucking deserved to know.”

You sighed as you lowered your head, sniffing softly and wiping at your teary eyes. “I know…I’m sorry.” You whispered as you shook your head.

Homelander took hold of your chin and lifted your head until your gaze met his. “You will not keep this baby from me, if that was your plan.” He warned as he slowly shook his head before pulling you closer. “I will rip it from your fucking womb if I have to, but you won’t keep it from me.” He threatened.

You took a shaky breath, knowing Homelander didn’t bluff. You sniffed again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You whispered as you stared up at him with blurry eyes. “I was planning to…I was just waiting for the right time.” You explained before reaching out and taking his hand into yours and placing it against your stomach. “It’s our baby… I won’t keep it from you.” You assured.

Homelander stared down at your stomach, eyes slightly widening when he focused on the heartbeat of your baby. His baby. His lips parted and you swore you could almost see awe in his eyes. He was completely starstruck by what was inside your womb.

Homelander was truly fucking proud of this accomplishment. A baby that will be born from two supes. A baby the first of its kind. His baby.

He was proud enough of this baby, to force Madelyn to call a press meeting to reveal the joyful news to the world. Every news outlet in America was standing in front of the small podium that was set up in front of the Vought building. A few fans had arrived as well.

It was only you and Homelander on the podium. He stood in front of the microphone and you stood next to him, gaze drifting over the many people who had showed up to hear your news. You couldn’t believe so many people cared about supe news. About news regarding you and Homelander.

“You might all be wondering why we’re standing up here today.” Homelander began speaking as he looked over the crowd. “We have some very exciting news to share.” He informed them as he glanced at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his side. “As you all know, me and Y/n have been going steady for a while now, and we have just received news that we are expecting a baby together.” He said.

The crowds of fans went absolutely crazy. They cheered and screamed for you and Homelander. Camera’s flashed from the news crews and a few congratulations were shouted out from both crowds of fans and news crews.

“Thank you,” Homelander called out as a proud smile tugged at his lips and he held up a single hand to quiet the people down. “Now you have all heard of supes being made by compound V, or supe babies being born from a supe and normal human.” He said before inhaling sharply and shaking his head. His arm unwrapped from your waist and he laced a hand on your stomach, making more cameras flash. “But not our baby. Our baby is the first to be born from two supes. It has been made by our love and will grow in its mother’s womb. It will not be made from an injection, but born from this wonderful woman.” He spoke before turning his head to face you, flashing you a smile. You returned his smile and reached out, placing your hand on top of his, making more cameras flash. “This…this is an important and remarkable thing.”

The crowds cheered again and then a few questions were asked by the news crew. General questions, about how far along you were, if you knew the gender, if you two wanted a boy or girl. After all was answered everything was wrapped up.

New spread fucking quickly and twenty minutes later your and Homelander’s baby was trending number one on every social media platform. Everyone was talking about the baby, your baby. You had always gotten a lot of attention as not only a supe but as part of The Seven. But now you got an overwhelming amount of attention from everyone surrounding you.

The most overwhelming and overbearing was Homelander. He now micro-managed your life even more than before. And he was around you almost twenty-four hours of the day. In completed total, you have maybe an hour's worth of time to yourself throughout the day.

You sat in the living room of Homelander’s penthouse. After finding out you were pregnant, he had you move in with him permanently. He stepped inside, returning from a meeting with the rest of The Seven. You were on maternity leave, even if you were barely just entering your second trimester now. Homealnder’s orders. He didn’t want you or the bay anywhere near danger.

He walked into the living room, eyebrows furrowing at the box of pizza lying on his coffee table. He stared at it for a second before turning to stare at you. “What’s this?” He asked as he pointed down at the box.

You glanced at the box and then at Homelander, eyebrows furrowing. “Pizza?” You replied softly as your head slightly tilted to the side.

His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath as he glared at you, his eyes squinting. He reached down and opened the pizza box, lips twitching into a snarl when he saw it was empty. “You’re feeding our kid this fucking junk?” He questioned as he slapped the box off the table and turned his glare back to you.

You stared at the box on the ground before turning to look at Homelander, standing up with a huff. “It’s your fucking kid that wants it.” You snapped at him as you ran a hand over your growing bump. “It’s all it wants.” You muttered as your lips pouted out into a frown.

Homelander took a step towards you and placed a hand on your stomach. While his touch was gentle his demeanor towards you was still very much hostile. “You are supposed to be taking care of our child inside you.” He muttered in a low voice. “Pizza is not fucking taking care of it.” He gritted out as he stared at you with his usual eerie wide eyes glare.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “For fuck sake, pizza is not going to hurt it.” You muttered with a shake of your head.

Homelander sighed deeply in agitation. “I don’t care how much you or the baby wants pizza, from now on you’re eating fucking healthy.” He ordered as he gave you a pointed look. “I don’t want a kid with a gut the size of A-train’s.” He snapped.

He turned around and walked off towards the bedroom with his hands clasped together behind his back. You sighed again and looked down at you bump, softly running a hand over it. “It’s okay, what daddy doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” You whispered to your baby.

Homelander turned around at the entrance of the bedroom door. “I can fucking hear you.” He informed you as his jaw clenched. “Do not test me on this, Y/n.” He warned as he pointed a finger at you before turning back around again and going into the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes and plopped yourself down on the couch. Nothing got easier as your pregnancy progressed. Homelander was even more controlling and more protective. But he was dotting on you, you would at the very least give him that.

He was aware of every change in your body before you were even aware, and he was very conscious of both your and the baby’s health. He was always listening in on both your heartbeats and using his x-ray vision. That’s how you both came to know, that even now at four months, your baby was like the two of you. He was a supe.

Like most nights, Homelander lay with his head on your lap, ear pressed against your small growing bump. He truly did love hearing your baby’s heartbeat. Just like he noticed every other change in your body, he noticed when your milk was starting to come in.

With his head on your lap, he stared up at you. Your eyes were fixated on the tv screen that played some old supe movie, but you were extremely aware of Homelander’s eyes on your face. You tried to ignore him but it was hard when one of his hands reached up and brushed over one of your breasts.

“Your milk is coming in.” He commented.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your gaze shot towards him. “Yeah…” You muttered with a slow nod of your head.

“I can smell it.” He informed you as his gaze focused on your breasts.

Your head tilted to the side and your eyes squinted. By now you should have been used to Homelander not having a filter but sometimes he still managed to catch you off guard. “That’s not a fucking strange thing to say to the mother of your child.” You muttered softly as you raised your eyebrows at him.

His gaze met yours for a brief second before returning to your breasts, his hand still brushing over them as well. He seemed almost fascinated and intrigued. “It smells…like vanilla.” He commented and your eyebrows furrowed again. He was silent for a second before his lips parted.“Bet it tastes like vanilla too.” He added.

You stared down at him in confusion. This wouldn’t be the last time he has a facination with your breasts or your breasts milk. As more milk comes in, the more fasinated he becomes. You began pumping right before your due date and more than once did you catch Homelander drinking your stored milk.

It was after the second time you caught him and complaining about aching breasts, that he suggested something that would benefit you both. It took a lot of persuasion and even threats before Homelander got his way.

Before you knew it, every night he would lay his head gently on your bump and drink any milk that you didn’t pump for the day. The first few times you hated it, but you would admit it brought a great relief to your aching breasts. And then you just got used to it.

Admittedly, the ‘bonding’ time between you and Homelander did bring you closer and brought something new to your relationship. Now you were dependent on each other in more ways than one. And you were both fucked in the head in more ways than one.

Soon you were preparing for the birth of your son. Everyone inside the delivery room was on fucking edge as Homelander watched their every move. He questioned every action they made, every tool they picked up, and every word they said. And he nearly fucking killed the male doctor when he went to check how far dilated you were when you first got to the delivery room.

Your delivery only got worse once you were in active labor. You had burst every lightbulb in the room at first and then caused a power outage on the whole grid. But it wasn’t just your powers stirring up. While giving birth, a massive storm had settled in the skies. A sunny and warm sky turned to dark clouds with heavy downpour and lightning within mere seconds.

Your son was born screaming and the storm outside grew heavier. It was only when he was placed on your chest that both he and the storm outside calmed down.

Homelander followed the nurses like a shadow as they cleaned the baby and ran some necessary tests to make sure he was healthy, as both a baby and a supe. You were resting in the room when Homelander came back, cradling the newborn in his arms. “My son.” He spoke softly to the baby as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re perfect.”

You sat up in the hospital bed as Homelander approached you, carefully placing the baby in your arms before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “He needs a name.” You said softly, smiling down at your baby who slept soundly in your arms.

Homelander hummed in agreement as he stared down at the baby. “Storm.” He muttered softly as his eyes flicked towards yours while his hand reached out to cup the back of the baby’s head.

“Storm?” You repeated as you looked at him, your head tilting to the side and your eyebrows furrowing.

“Did you fucking look out the window when you were giving birth?” He questioned with a blank expression on his face as he quirked an eyebrow, nodding his head in the direction of the large window by your bedside.

You pursed your lips as you stared at the man. “No, I was a little preoccupied.” You muttered with a roll of your eyes before your gaze turned to your baby. Being test tube babies raised in a lab, neither you nor Homelander had a childhood. And you didn’t want that for your son. You wanted him to have at least some sense of normality. “Storm…and Liam.” You replied and Homelander’s eyebrows furrowed at the second name. All supes had a second name, a normal name. “He needs a normal name too…a normal childhood.” You explained softly.

“He’s not normal, he’s a pureblooded supe.” Homelander reminded you as his head cocked to the side and you could see the muscles in his jaw grow tighter as he stared at you.

You sighed, your lips pulling into a tight line as you stared back at Homelander. “He’s a baby.” You reminded him softly. “Just like we were…and look how fucked up we are.” You muttered, referring to growing up with no real childhoods.

Homelander stared at you for a second before his gaze flicked down to his son. You could almost see his expression soften and he slowly nodded in agreement. As he went to finish all the last documents and birth certificate, you stayed in the room. Storm was sleeping next to you on the bed as you sat on the edge, watching the news.

Every news channel announced the arrival of your baby boy. People were lining up the Vought building with flowers and gifts, leaving them around the building. A plane with a banner flew through the air, announcing a boy had been born and people even set off blue fireworks.

Ashley stepped inside the room and her face lit up at the sight of the TV screen. No doubt she had a hand in all this extravagance. “It’s like a fucking royal from Biritan was born.” You muttered as you stared at the TV.

Ashley’s turned to you as a big grin spread across her lips. “I know, it’s fucking amazing, right?” She said and you quirked an eyebrow, staring at her with a blank look that quickly wiped off her smile.

You had but little choice to introduce your son to the world. To the thousands of people waiting outside the Vought building. Homelander cradled your son in one arm and held his other arm out for you to hold onto for support.

Not even supes were immune to the exhaustion, pain, and discomfort of birth. You held onto Homelander’s arm with a tight grip, plastering a smile on your face as you stepped outside the Vought building.

Screaming fans greeted you, and paparazzi were everywhere, taking pictures from nearly every angle. It was chaos. Chaos that disturbed your son from his peaceful sleep. Soon, light and sunny blue skies turned dark, and heavy rain poured down on the streets as your baby wailed from all the noise surrounding him.

You looked up at the darkened skies and then at the people running for cover from the rain. Then your gaze turned to Homelander who proudly smiled down at his son. His gaze then met yours as his smile grew. “See…Storm is the perfect name.” He commented and you chuckled in agreement as your gaze turned to the baby again.

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writing0305 · 5 months

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Baby/pregnancy prompt with Butcher prompt 7 and 10. Just some cute fluffy funny stuff during about the readers pregnancy. 💖

Baby.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You are pregnant with Butcher's son and he is extremely protective of you. So protective that he doesn't even allow you to put together the furniture in the baby's nursery.

Warning: Swearing. That's it I think?

Propmpts: Pregnancy/ child.

7 - "Go easy. You are carrying my child."

10 - "Well, we both made that baby." - "Don't remind me."

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Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing dad Butcher so much!!

Billy Butcher was taken with you almost immediately after you joined the boys. You were soft and kind, but still witty with a strong backbone. You two grew close very quickly and for the first time in a very long time, Butcher knew what it was like to be put first in someone’s life.

You adored and loved Butcher. You kept him grounded and gave him a reason to fight. But seven months ago, you gave him a reason to live. It came as a surprise to everyone when Butcher left The Boys and took you with him.

Finding out you were pregnant, and that he was going to be a father, was a turning point in Butcher’s life. Before, he would have died for the cause, but now he couldn’t see himself doing that. He couldn’t see himself leaving behind you or his kid.

He had managed to get help from Grace Mallory with a secure apartment for the two of you. For a few months, you were under witness protection until Victoria Neuman came forward, presenting Butcher with a secure and safe job at the FBSA. It was his ticket to take out supes without putting you or the baby in danger.

Things were good for you and Butcher, and all you had to do now, was wait for the arrival of your son. Never had you seen Butcher so happy and excited for something. Your pregnancy had brought forth a whole new man and you adored every last bit of it.

One morning you were in your son’s blue-painted nursery. Most of his things were already set up and ready for him, but you had bought a few extra things to put in the room. More furniture, toys, and clothes.

You were standing on a step ladder, screwing a hanging bookshelf into the wall. When you heard the front door open, followed by Billy’s heavy footsteps, you sighed softly. He hated it when you did things like this. He hated it when you strained yourself around the apartment. But to him, even standing up was straining yourself too much.

You focused on getting the bookshelf on the wall as you listened to Billy’s footsteps walking down the hallway and stopping in front of the nursery. “Oi, what the bloody hell are you doing?” He questioned.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, offering him a sheepish smile as you shrugged your shoulders. “I bought some things for his nursery.” You replied, even though you knew that wasn’t exactly what he was referring to. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack seeing you on the step ladder.

His gaze drifted over the few boxes and bags of purchased items that lay across the floor and he raised his eyebrows at you. “Some things? By that, you mean the whole fuckin’ store?” He asked as he stepped into the room.

“It’s not that much.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders as you grabbed a second hanging bookshelf. They were both equally small, meant to only fit a small amount of lightweight books.

Butcher stepped forward when he saw you climb back onto the step ladder again and stretched out to angle the shelf perfectly in line with the first one. “You can’t put those things up yourself, luv.” He argued with a shake of his head.

“Why not?” You asked as you looked down at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I can reach them.” You said as you shrugged your shoulders again.

He sighed as he shook his head again. “Just because you can reach them, ain’t mean you should be putting them up.” He argued as he held a hand out, wanting you to hand him the small shelf.

“Billy, it’s fine.” You sighed with a shake of your head, not handing over the shelf. “I’m fine, he’s fine.” You assured as you placed your free hand against your stomach, offering Butcher a smile

Butcher pursed his lips as he motioned with his hand for you to give him the shelf. “Here, let me do it for you.” He insisted, his voice soft and gentle. He was always cautious around you, as you got further along in your pregnancy and you had absolutely raging hormones that could go from 0 to a fucking blood bath in mere seconds.

You sighed, shoulders slouching as you stared down into his determined hazel eyes. “You’re not letting me do this, are you?” You asked softly as your head tilted to the side.

He pushed his tongue around against the inside of his cheek as he gave you a firm shake of his head. “Not a fuckin’ chance.” He replied.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh as you nodded your head. “Fine.” You huffed as you handed him the shelf, he took it in one hand and pressed the other hand against your waist, his hold secure as you slowly stepped off the ladder.

He took your place and began screwing the shelf securely against the wall. You watched him for a few seconds with your hands resting on your hips. Then the box of the rocking chair caught your attention. You kneeled down and grabbed a boxcutter. Butcher didn’t pay you any attention, thinking you were cutting open smaller items to put together.

He stepped off the ladder when he was done with the shelf and turned to you. His face fell when he saw you putting together the rocking chair. “What the bloody hell are ya doing now?” He asked as he raised his arms up by his side, by now looking done with you.

“Putting together this rocking chair.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Got it for a fucking bargain and a half.” You informed him as you waved a hand through the air, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/n.” He sighed as he kneeled down on the ground next to you, taking away the large pieces of wood and sharp objects that lay around you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugged at your lips as you stared at him. “Not, Billy I can do it.” You whined as you tried to grab the things back from him and both of you almost looked childish as he pushed it all out of your reach.

You huffed as you stared at Butcher, your frown deepening. He sighed and pursed his lips as he stared at you. “Go easy.” He pleaded as he reached out to place a hand on your swollen stomach.“You are carrying my child.” He reminded you. “Let me do this.” He pleaded.

“I’m pregnant, not fragile.” You replied softly as you placed your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze before you reached out, gripping onto the crib and pulling yourself up with a soft grunt.

“I ain’t takin the fuckin’ risk.” He replied with a shake of his head as he picked up a screwdriver to begin putting together the chair. “Not with you, or this kid.” He said, pointing the screwdriver up at you and then towards your baby bump. You smiled softly as you stared down at him. You truly found this side of him endearing, even if it sometimes got overbearing how protective he was. “What you smiling about?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

You shrugged your shoulders as your smile grew a little. “I like seeing you this way.” You replied softly as you absentmindedly rubbed your bump.

Butcher stared at you for a second before his gaze diverted down to the rocking chair and his eyebrows furrowed. “What way?” He asked in confusion.

“All protective, all smiley.” You replied softly as you reached your hand out to him. He took your hand and pulled himself up to his feet. While one hand wrapped around your waist, his other free hand rested against your bump, rubbing it softly. “Not looking for a reason to get yourself hurt.” You added softly as you sighed.

“I’ve told ya, I’m done with that shit.” He replied with a shake of his head. He was fine with his office job. Never did he want to go into the field again. Never did he want to be on the front lines of danger again. “I ain’t putting either of you in danger.” He said softly as his gaze flicked down to your stomach.

“I know.” You replied with a nod of your head as you reached up and cupped his cheek, your fingers brushing over his beard. “Still, it’s nice to see this side of you.” You said softly before standing up on the tips of your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, his lips working softly against yours. You pulled away, offering him a pleading smile. “Now, can I help with my baby’s room?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow.

Butcher pursed his lips as he stared down at you, still rubbing your stomach. “Let me take care of it.” He pleaded softly, his eyebrows slightly knitting together.

You sighed, loosely wrapping both arms around his shoulders. “It’s my baby too you know.” You reminded with a light hearted tone of voice.

"Well, we both made that baby." He replied as he lifted his hand from your stomach and pointed at the bump.

You playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Don't remind me." You muttered with a teasing voice as you took a few steps back, running a hand over your bump.

Butcher’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted as he stared at you. “Is that regret I hear?” He asked in a lighthearted tone as his head cocked to the side.

You raised your eyebrows, a smile tugging at your lips as you slowly shook your head. “No.” You assured softly as he took a step closer to you again, his hands reaching out to hold onto your hips. “There’s no regret.” You assured him. “Not about you, and not about him.” You said before standing up on the tip of your toes again and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Butcher tried to deepen the kiss but you pulled away, giving him a shy smile. “I have to pee…” You whispered.

Butcher rolled his eyes as he bit back the smile that tried to tug at his lips. “Way to ruin the mood, luv.” He teased as he pulled away from you.

“Your son thinks my bladder is a trampoline.” You huffed as your lips pouted out into a frown and you turned around, slowly making your way towards the door.

“Should you be wearing those adult diapers?” Butcher questioned, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at you walk away, or as he’d like to comment on, waddled away.

You spun around, giving him a pointed look. “I will fucking kill you.” You warned as you pointed a threatening finger toward him.

Butcher chuckled, putting his hands up in defense. “Just asking.” He replied with a shake of his head. He watched you turn around and waddle out of the room, waiting before he called out after you. “I can go out a buy some.”

“Billy!” You snapped as you reached the bathroom and you could hear his low chuckle coming from the nursery. You let a small smile slip as you shook your head at him.

You and Butcher managed to finish the nursery together. All you were allowed to do was hand him things and put away the new clothes and toys. Most of your time was spent eating pieces of toast with melted butter. After that, you went to take a warm bubble bath and Butcher went to pick up dinner.

When you got out of the bathroom, Butcher had returned and you could smell the warm aroma of pizza coming from the kitchen. You waddled down the hallway, following the smell that made your stomach grumble. “Oh…is that pizza I smell?” You asked as you went into the kitchen.

Butcher let out a breath of amusement as he opened the pizza box. “Got the nose of a fucking police dog you.” He commented with a teasing voice as he wiggled a finger in your direction. He pulled out two plates, handing you one.

Like always, Butcher let you get the first serving, so he stepped back, watching as you placed slices of cheesy pizza on your plate. “I’m starving.” You sighed softly.

Butcher raised an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side. “You just had five slices of toast.” He reminded you as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“And now I’m gonna have five slices of pizza.” You replied with a sassy shrug of your shoulders as you returned his smile, taking a big bite of one of the slices already.

“Brought you a diet coke too.” He informed you as he pointed towards one of the two diet cokes next to the pizza box before he filled his own plate with a few slices of pizza.

“Thank you.” You replied, placing a kiss on his bearded cheek before grabbing your diet coke and heading to the living room. Butcher followed after you and you both made yourselves comfortable on the couch. You rested your plate on your lap, moaning softly in delight as you ate your pizza. There was a bit of silence between the two of you, but you interrupted it with a sharp gasp when your son kicked you hard and your hand shot down to your stomach. “Oh-”

If you were a supe with super hearing, you would have heard Butcher’s heart drop. He immediately set aside his plate of pizza and turned his attention to you. “What? What is it?” He asked as he placed a protective hand against your stomach.

You gasped as your son began kicking more and more. “He’s kicking a lot right now.” You uttered and Butcher let out a sigh of relief as he briefly closed his eyes. You took hold of his hand and moved it to where your son was kicking. “Here.” You whispered.

The smallest smile tugged at Butcher’s lips at the feeling of his son’s kicks beneath the palm of his hand. “Fuck…I’ll never get over this feeling.” He whispered softly. You let out a grunt as the tiny kicks on one spot started to become sore. Butcher gave you a worried look before turning to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles against the spot. “Alright lad, calm down.” He spoke softly to your bump. “You kick and your mum gets pissy with me.” He teased.

“I will throw you with a slice of pizza.” You warned Butcher with a pointed side eyes as you picked up a slice of pizza as a threat.

Butcher scoffed in amusement as he pulled away and sat back in his seat. “We both know you ain’t wasting a good fucking slice of pizza.” He said as he pointed a finger down at your pizza.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was right. “Fine.” You huffed with a shake of your head. “I’ll throw you with something else.” You told him.

Butcher’s gaze shot down towards your stomach. “See what I mean?” He asked your bump as he quirked an eyebrow.

You huffed, placing a hand over your stomach as you scowled at Butcher. “Billy, you’re asking for it.” You warned him and he let out another chuckle.

He finished his food first and put his plate down on the coffee table before he turned to you. “Wanna put a movie on?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah.” You replied with a nod of your head as you munched on your pizza. “Let’s watch something scary.” You suggested and the two of you shared a smile. You had both always been suckers for scary movies and it was one of the many interests you shared.

Butcher put on a movie before shifting on the couch, getting into a comfortable position of half lying and half sitting. “Come here.” He called out as he spread his arm out and you set your pate aside as you scooted back, laying against his side as his arm wrapped around you and his hand protectively rested against your bump.

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For Butcher F reader with Butcher prompt angst 37 maybe they have to go undercover as a couple and a guy flirts with reader and Butcher is not happy about it.

My date.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You and Butcher go undercover together as a couple to get dirt intell on Vought and supes. When one man flirts with you, feelings between you and Butcher come to light.

Warning: Heavy swearing. That's it, I think?

Prompt: Angst.

- 37. "She's my date. Fuck off."

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Thank you so much fo this request!! Honestly speaking, don't think I did it justice but I wrote this at the crack of dawn....

Most of your job in The Boys, entailed going unercover and getting information. You blended well into any crowd and rarely ever drawed attention to yourself. You were confidant enough to look like you belonged anywhere.

That’s why you were paired with Butcher for an undercover job. You two often did undercover work together, as you two were the best at it and managed to keep your cool in any situation. But this job would be different from every other one you’ve done together.For the first time ever, you had to go undercover as a couple. You two had to pretend to be a wealthy couple as you infiltraited a Vought charity ball.

You were abseloutly fucking nervous. Not because you had to do an undercover mission, but because you had to pretend someone you very much liked, was your boyfriend for the evening. For as long as you were part of the boys, you liked Butcher. There was something about the man that made you completely swoon.

But you never once acted on those feelings, not knowing if they would ever be resipricoated. While you two were close, closer than he was with most people, Butcher was still hard for you to read. His emotions were closed off most of the times. While you two were friendly, you had not a single clue if he liked you or not.

You were currently sitting in the smalll seating area of the basement you currently lived in. It was one of the many, many perks of being with the boys. Living in shitty places no one could find you. You were counting down the minutes till you had to start getting ready, in the meantime, just midnlessly scrolling through your phone.

The door to the basement opened and Butcher stepped down, looking around the mostly empty space untill his gaze found you on the couch. You looked up and offered him a smile as he approached you. “Right, you ready for tonight?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows at you.

You hummed as you pursed your lips. “Well, as ready as I can be for infiltrating a supe charity ball.” I muttered softly as I set my phone aside. “You know, you’d think they’d have enough fucking money by now.” You said with a roll of your eyes

Butcher grunted in agreement as he sat down beside you “Yeah the greedy cunts ain’t ever have enough.” He uttered as he threw his arm over the back of the couch, right behind your head.

You hummed and nodded, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I got you a suit.” You informed him. “It’s on your bed.” You said as you nodded your head in the direction of the room he shared with MM.

“You get me a fancy tie?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow, listing his hand to his neck and make the motion of someone fixing their tie.

A smile tugged at your lips as you let a small chuckle slip. “Yes.” You confirmed with anod of your head as you got up to your feet and turned to face him. “A red one, to match my dress.” You informed him with a cheeky smile.

“You going in red, eh?”He asked as he raised his eyebrows and his head tilted to the side. His eyes drifted over your body, imagining you in a red dress. “Do I get so see the dress?” He asked as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Yeah, tonight.” You replied with a playfull roll of your eyes and a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m gonna go get ready.” You said before walking off to the room you shared with Kimiko. You spent a few hours doing your hair and makeup and dressing in your sily red slip dress that had thin straps and a low neck line. It was classy but still sexy.

You sat on theedge of your bed, slipping on your red silletos heels. “Y/n, you ready?” Butcher called out as his heavy footsteps approached your room and the door swung open. You stood up, fxing the floor length dress as you looked at the man. He stood at the door, eyes drifting over you from head to toe. “Bloody hell…” He uttered softly.

Your lips parted and eyes ever so slightly widened as you stared back at him, something inside your chest fluttering at his reaction. “Is that a good bloody hell?” You asked softly as your head tilted to the side.

Butcher took a second to silently apprecaite you a little longer before nodding his head. “Yes.” He replied confidently as he met your gaze. He was already dressed in the black suit you had picked out for him, his red tie laying over his shoulders. “Can you help me with this piece of fuckin’ shit?” He asked as he tugged at one side of the tie.

Butcher stepped closer towards you and you reached out, taking his tie in your hands and tieing it neatly for him. You kept your eyes focused on the red fabric in your hands but you were still more than aware of Butcher staring down at you.

”You can’t tie a tie?”You asked as your eyebrows furrowed and your head tilted to the side again. He replied with a deep sigh and a roll of his eyes that made a smile tugg at your lips. “Come here.” You insisted as you waved him closer with your hand.

His gaze radiated warmth off you and made something inside your chest flutter once again. Being this close to Butcher always made you feel some type of way and having stare down at you with such intesity as he did, only made it worse for you.

After his tie was fixed, the two of you went to the big charity ball held in Vought’s building. You were immedaitly on edge, being surrounded by so many supes. But you kept your face nuatrale as you steeped through the large doors, hooking your arm in with Butcher’s. You held a purse in one hand, that had a small tape recorder inside, to record every last word spoken for the night.

“Right, stay close.” He muttered softly to you, his gaze drifting over the growds of people inside the building, all dressed to the nines. “And remember, we’re only here to see if we can get some dirt on any high ranking member of Vought.” He reminded you.

“Yeah.” You nodded in understanding as you turned your head to glance at him. “Don’t tell me.” You said with a shake of your head as a small smile tugged at your lips and he quirked an eyebrow. “It’s your missions that always get blown, not mine.” You teased as you bumped his shoulder.

Butcher had managed to blow a few of his covers when going undercover. While you had a perfect track record when it came to your work. That was one of the few reasons you two were pared togeter on these jobs. Butcher was more aware of everything when you were around and didn’t run the risk of blowing his cover and potentionally getting you hurt.

You two walked around the party, arms hooked together and eyes scanning for potentoinal targets. Butcher subtly tapped your arm and when you glanced at him, you saw his gaze elsewhere. You followed his gaze, looking only long enough to see who he was staring at.

“That’s Madelyn Stillwell.” He muttered softly, reffering to the blonde woman standing by the bar. His gaze diverted from her. “Uptight fuck that one.” He uttered as he met your gaze and you stiffled a chuckle.

“Maybe we should go get a drink.” You suggested with raised eyebrows and he nodded in agreement. You walked arm in arm towards the bar, neither of you looking in Madelyn Stillwell’s direction. When you reached the bar, you stood close enough to hear her conversation with a high ranking seargeant of the US millitary.

You had your back turned to them as you leaned against the bar, but when Butcher turned to face you, he had a ful view of them.He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he offered you a smile. “What do you want, luv?” He asked sweetly.

You stared up at him, for a split second you were completely taken aback but his touch and sweet endearing tone of voice. You gulped as you remdinded yourself of the roles you were playing. You returned his smile and wrapped on arm around his shoulders while placing a hand on his chest. “Champagne.” You replied and he ordered a champagnae and a whiskey as you placed your bag on the bartop.

You were idly sipping on your champagne as you listened to Madelyn Stillwell ranting about all the perks of having supes in the millitary. Supes in the millitary was a therrifying thought to have, and you were thankful that the sergeant didn’t seem to be on the same page as Madelyn.

“Come here.”Butcher muttered under his breath as he set aside his whiskey glass and pulled you even closer to him. He brushed a few starnds off your hair behind your ear and placed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, subtly staring at Madelyn and the sergeant over your shoulder.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “What are you doing?” You asked in a hushed tone as you placed a hand on his bicep.

Butcher grunted as he slightly turned his head to look down at you, his face barely mere inches away from your own face. “No one will expect the honry fucks to listen in on private conversations.” He replied as his gaze flicked around the part, searching for anyone looking at you guys.

You sighed softly as you slowly shook your head, staring up at him. “No one will expect people to show this much PDA in public.” You muttered softly.

“We’re here for the free booz, not to be fuckin’ classy.” He replied before pulling you flushed against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he held you close for a second. His gaze as turned towards Madelyn enough so that it didn’t look like he was staring but so that he could still see he rin his phyerphial vision. You were almost tense as he played with the strpas of your dress, trying to look an overly affectionate boyfriend. When Madelyn’s cversation with the seargent wrapped up, Butcher slightly pulled back to look down at you. “They want to let fuckin’s supes into the millitary.”

You took a deep breath, pursing you lips as you stared up at him. “They let Mr. America into the millatary no one is going to be able to fucking stop him.” You muttered softly, reffering to Homelander.

Butcher grunted in agreemnt. “Like taken a wild dog off the fuckin’ leash.” He spat as his jaw clenched and he shook his head. He reached out for his glass of whiskey, gulping it down in one go before slamming the glass down on the bar and pulling away from you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to walk away. “Where are you going?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Gonna takke a piss.” He replied as he truned back around to face you. He took hold of your arms and nudged you to sit down on one of the bar stools. “Stay right here.” He ordered. “Any fucks that will give us any information will be the drunk fucks.” He uttered before turning around again and walking off.

You sighed softly and ordered another glass of champagne. You listened in on all the conversations around you as you sipped on your chamapagne. Nothing of importance came up. As you idly sipped on your wine, eyes drifting over all the people, a man approached you.

He was tall and lean with redish hair neatly combed to the side. He was handsome but he had an air of arogance surrounding him that you could pick up on before he even uttered a word to you. His shoulder brushed against yours as he leaned with his arms against the bar. “Hi.” He greeted as he flashed you a smile. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No, I already have one.” You replied as you pursed your lips, picking up your champagne glass and taking a few sips as you stared ahead of yourself. Your nostrils nearly began to burn at the man’s strong cologne invading your space.

He chuckled softly as he glanced at your glass before nodding his head. “Well can I get you another one?” He asked as his head cocked to the side.

“No.” You replied curtly with a shake of your head, still not sparing the man even a single glance as you took a few more sips of your chamapnge.

Your attitude didn’t send the man the hint as he leaned a little closer to you. “Hey sweetheart, just trying to be nice here.” He said defensively as he shook his head.

Your gaze shot towards him as your jaw clenched. “I’m not, so fuck off.” You muttered in a low voice as you glared at him, your eyes squinting.

He gave you a side grin as he rolled his eyes. Then his gaze drifted over you. And unlike Butcher’s gaze on you, this man’s gaze made you shudder in disgust. “I haven’t seen you around, who are you?” He asked curouisly as his head tilted to the side.

Heavy footsepts approached and stopped behind the red headed man. “She's my date.” Butcher’s gruff voice called out. The man arrogantly turned around and you could almost see the snarky comment ready to roll of his tongue. Untill his gaze landed on Butcher and his face fell. “Fuck off.” Butcher ordered as he nodded his head in no spesific direction.

The man gulped down a lump forming in the back of his throat before he walked off. You watched him go for a second before turning to Butcher. You noticed him glaring at the man’s back. “What was that?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow.

Butcher’s jaw clenched when he forced his gaze to divert from the man, but his gaze never met yours. He turned to the bar and orderd himself another whiskey. “Don’t know what ya talkin about luv.” He muttered as he crossed his arms over the bartop, his biceps buldging in his suit.

“Yeah, you do.” You argued with a nod of your head as you stared at him. “You just snapped at that guy.” You muttered, your head tilting to the side as your gaze darted around the side of Butcher’s face, searching for a reaction.

He inhaled sharply. “Well I can’t just leave him to flirt with my fuckin’ date.” He muttered in a low voice, gulping his whiskey down when he received it. You flinched at the sound of his empty glass being slammed back down on the table.

Something inside your chest fluttered at his words. You had to remind yourself you were on a mission, and you both needed to play your parts. You convinced yourself he just didn’t want anyone to doubt you two being there as a couple if you both allowed another man to flirt openly with you.

Your tongue pushed around the inside of your cheek as your gaze diverted down to the bartop. “You’re taking this mission very serouisly.” You commented as you swirled around what was left of your chamapgne.

Butcher was silent for a second, turning his head to look at you as you finished the last of your chamapagne. “It ain’t the mission, luv.” He said with a slow shake of his head. “It’s you.” He informed you and you froze for a second, holding the last of your champagne in your mouth for a long second before forcing yourself to slowly swallow.

You slowly set the glass down before turning to look at Butcher, eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Me?” You repeated in confusion and the flutter in your chest was back again.

“I can’t let every fucker in here flirt with you.”He gritted out as he shook his head again before reacheding out, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. “I’d rather rip their bloody heads off.” He told you in the softest voice.

Your heart clenched inside your chest as you stared up at him. Your lips parted and for a second you struggled to say anything. You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “Well you don’t have to worry about a single one of them.” You assured and Butcher pulled your face closer as he leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

Your breath was nearly knocked away as you immedaitly responded to the kiss, slowly kissing back as you squeezed your eyes shut. When he pulled away from the kiss, he rested his forhead against yours. Your eyes remained closed and you pursed your lips to fight back your girly smile.

You pulled away from him, eyes fluttering open and meeting his. He gave you a lopsided smirk as his thumb brushed across your cheek. “Let’s finish this mission so that I can get you home.”He insisted and you let your smile slip out as you chuckled softly. Nothing in his tone of voice indicated that he was taking you home to have a nice relaxing evening.You got up from the barstool, grabbed your bag and hooked your arm in with his again, your smile remained on your lips. “Can’t believe people are actually shoving more money up these cunt’s asses.” Butcher commented when he saw someone pulle out a checkbook.

You hummed softly as you nodded your head. “They think it’s for a good cause.” You replied as you shrugged your shoulders.

He scoffed softly as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah well, let’s get some proof that it ain’t for a good cause.” He replied as he walked you around the party. Your steps were slow enough to catch the conversations around you.

You were passing the big fishtank when you heard two members of The Seven talking. A-train and The Deep. “Man I can’t wait for my cut of this money.” A-train boosted and you shared a look with Butcher as you two stopped by the fish tank, eyes drifting over the colorful fish swining around. “I’ve been thinking of getting a hottub build into my place.”

“Nah I’m taking my cut to get this fine ass leather couch set.” The Deep replied as he pulled out his phone and showed A-train a picture. “It’s been a fucking while since Vought got us new furnisher.” He huffed and A-train nodded in agreement as they walked off.

You silently stared at the fish for a second longer before turning around and walking off again. “Well would you listen to that.”You muttered softly. “How much of this charity money do you think is going to refurnashing supes homes?” You questioned as you turned to Butcher with raised eyebrows.

“There’s a lot of the cunts, probablt ninty percent of them.” Butcher replied as he steered you closer towards the exit. “We’ll get Hughie to track where all the money goes.” He muttered before turning to look down at you. “You got that on recording?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” You replied with a nod of your head as you patted your bag.

He nodded his head. “Right, let’s fuck off.” He insisted as he lead you out of the building, unhooking his arm from yours and wrapping it around your waist, pulling you close into your side. A smile played at your lips, knowing what waited for you once you returned to the basement.

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Hii guys!!

Having some real writer's block coming up with new ideas, please send some requests.

Thank you for all the support so far!!

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Hated and loved.

Pairing: Homelander x F!Supe!Reader.

Summary: Homelander, your boyfriend and group leader, is pissed at you after you went out drinking with friends and returned home later than you had said. But after old things come out, you turn the argument on him.

Warnings: Homelander. Heavy swering. Toxic and slightly abusive relationship. Unhinged reader.

The moment you joined the Seven as a supe with extreme telekinesis, Homelander was absolutely taken with you. You were a lot like him in some ways. People feared you and you’re powers. Not only could you move things without physical touch, but you’re incredibly strong. Indestructible, just like Homelander. You weren’t fragile, and that was what he liked about you.

You two hit it off pretty quickly. Mostly because Homelander stalked every aspect of your life, watching and learning what you liked and didn’t like and using it to his advantage. He took claim to you very quickly after you succumbed to his advances towards you.

After this, he quickly came to learn that you were not afraid of him. You couldn’t die, couldn’t really get hurt. You were nearly untouchable and you knew that. And not only untouchable because you were indestructible, but also because Homelander was fucking desperate for the love and attention you gave him.

Homelander fucking thrived on the attention you gave him. As well as the love and adoration he got from the fans for just being with you. The fans adored you and he got some love from them by just mere association with you.

He fucking loved every last bit of being with you.

But sometimes…just sometimes, he fucking hated how unafraid you were of him. You did as you pleased and it made him fucking livid. You dressed how you wanted, spoke to who you wanted, and did just what you wanted. His opinion did not matter to you.

He’s learned to live with it but by no means has he accepted it. And that in itself, causes a whole lot of fucking arguments. Arguments on arguments. Sometimes it was like the two of you got off on arguing, riling each other up, and pushing each other’s buttons.

You liked it, he was sure of it. That’s the only reason he could think of for the stunt you pulled.

It was a Sunday night when you decided to go out for a few drinks with your personal assistant and social media manager. At least you had the courtesy to tell him. Only a few drinks you had told him, you wouldn’t be that long. But he listened and watched your penthouse that was just below his, and you came home in the early Monday morning, fucking plastered.

Spitefully, Homelander called an early morning meeting with The Seven. Except, only you got the memo and everyone else was still tucked away in their beds while you got up at fucking seven in the morning to go see him.

You let out a stifled yawn as you stepped into the Seven’s meeting room. It was empty, except for Homelander who stood at the head of the table, facing the large windows with his back turned to you.

You opened your mouth to ask where the rest were as you slowly made your way toward the table, but Homelander spoke up before you got the chance. “Where were you last night?” He asked in a low voice, his back remaining turned towards you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him, walking around the table to get to your chair that was just next to his. It used to be Maeve’s but he made her move after you joined. “I told you yesterday, I was going out with some work friends.” You muttered, not bothering to mention names because he never cared about names. Not human names, or female names.

“You said you were going out for a few drinks, not staying out the whole fucking night.” He snapped as he spun around, his turn sharp. His eyes were cold as he glared at you. “It doesn’t take the whole fucking night to have a few drinks.” He snapped once more.

“I lost track of time.” You replied with a dismissive shrug of your shoulders as you sat down in your chair, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back.

“You don’t have a fucking watch?” He snapped again as he raised his eyebrows, taking long strides towards you. He grabbed onto the armrests of your chair and leaned down, his face inches away from yours. “Who were you with?” He questioned as his eyes squinted.

You sighed with a roll of your eyes. “Jessica and Lizzie.” You replied, pursing your lips as you stared at him with a blank look in your eyes.

There was a brief flick of red in his blue eyes as his head cocked to the side. “Lizzie? The biggest fucking whore in Vought, that Lizzie?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

You knew very well of the reputation your social media manager had in Vought. She was a beautiful woman and she enjoyed the attention of men every now and then. She was still young and single and working with a bunch of superheroes. You couldn’t really blame the girl.

“Don’t call her that.” You muttered in a low voice as you shook your head, glaring at Homelander.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stood up and stepped back. He clasped his hands together behind his back and inhaled slowly. “Where there men?” He questioned as his eyes squinted, knowing well how much Lizzie enjoyed the company of men. Where men were, Lizzie was.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you scoffed in disbelief. “What?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow.

“You fucking heard me!” He snapped, his voice growing eruptedly loud as his jaw clenched so tightly, that if he was human he might have just cracked all his teeth.

“I went out with Jessica and Lizzie, we had a few drinks, that’s it.” You huffed as you dismissively waved his concerns off with your hand

“I fucking texted and I fucking called, and I got fuckall in return.” He snapped at you once again and there was another flick of red in his blue eyes. His nostrils were flaring and his fists clenched behind his back.

You rolled your eyes, remembering how your phone dinged or rang every few minutes, with Homelander asking where you were and when you were coming back. At some point, you just began ignoring your phone and even turned it off. “I answered the first few texts but after a while answering my phone every fucking five minutes grew tiring.” You snapped back at him.

“Watch your fucking tone with me.” He warned as he pointed a threatening finger in your direction and again you saw that flick of red in his eyes. You were unfazed by it but you were starting to get irritated.

With a huff you got up to your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why are you acting like this?” You asked with a shake of your head as your eyebrows furrowed.

He sighed as his eyes flicked up to the ceiling for a split second. “Like fucking what?” He asked in an almost monotone voice, not liking that any of this was being turned around on him. You were in the fucking wrong here, not him.

“Suspicious of me.” You answered in a snappy tone as your arms unfolded and you pointed a hand at your chest. “Like I fucking did something.” You huffed.

"You don't answer my texts or calls, how could I not be suspicious?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

"No, you just don't trust me enough!" You yelled as you pointed a finger in his direction before turning around with another huff and heading for the doors. But you only got as far as Starlight’s chair before his words made you stop in your tracks.

“Oh cut the fucking pity party crap!” He yelled back at you, his eyes burning red as you slowly turned around to face him. He knew he couldn’t kill you but he could still do at least a little damage if he really tried.

“For fucks sake…what do you want me to say here, Homelander?” You asked as you spread your arms out by your sides, shrugging your shoulders. “What do you want?” You asked as your head cocked to the side.

His jaw clenched and his eyes turned blue again. He shook his head at you. “I don’t know Y/n…maybe a fucking apology.” He snapped with a shrug of his shoulders. “You think that’s something you can fucking manage?” He asked as he squinted his eyes.

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Apologize for what?” You asked.

“Not fucking answering your phone, staying out the whole fucking night, and going out with the biggest fucking whore known to mankind.” He replied as he listed the things on his fingers, his voice growing harsher with every word he spoke.

Your eyes squinted at him as your head cocked to the side again. “What the fuck is your problem with Lizzie?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, a snarky smile tugging at his lips. “Oh please, everyone knows she’s banged and sucked every guy in this place.” He snapped as he waved his hand around in the air.

You silently stared at him for a second, your jaw clenching. “Oh? Every guy?” You repeated as you quirked an eyebrow, your hands trembling as you felt the power inside your veins surging through you.

“For fuck sake Y/n.” He sighed as he lowered his head, knowing his comment was a big fucking shot in the foot for himself. “It was before you even fucking joined The Seven.” He explained, confirming that he was indeed one of the guys Lizzie had been with. Your hand shot out, your fingers spreading as they tensed and you picked up Noir’s chair from across the table. With a flick of your hand, the chair launched at Homelander and he dodged it. He stared at the chair that fell behind him and then slowly turned to face you, his jaw clenching. “Do that again, I fucking dare you.” He spat as he pointed a finger at you and your arm stretched out again, hand tensing as you picked up Deep’s chair and flicked your wrist, sending the chair in Homelander’s direction.“Y/N!” He screamed as the chair whirled past him and hit the nuclear-proof window.

You shook your head and dismissively shrugged your shoulders. “I have nothing to apologize for.” You muttered softly.

He hummed softly, slowly nodding his head as he took long strides towards you. You didn’t flinch back when he reached out and grabbed onto your chin. “Oh, I think you do.” He muttered in a low voice as he nodded his head again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah well, good luck getting an apology out of me.” You muttered as you quirked an eyebrow, a challenging look in your eyes. A look that made Homelander almost go fucking farrel for you.

“Oh sweetheart, you know I always get my way, one way or another.” He replied in a soft voice, looking almost dazed as his gaze drifted over your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “The easy way, or the fucking hard way.” He gritted out as his gloved fingers started digging into your skin.

You grunted softly, shoving his hand off. “Yeah well go to Lizzie with your fucking hard-on and see if she can give you what you want.” You spat at him before turning around to walk away.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your back against his chest. He leaned into your ear, his nose brushing against it. “You don’t talk to me that way.” He reminded you in a low whisper.

“What are you going to do?” You asked in a cocky voice as you turned your head enough to look back at him. You raised your eyebrows as the slightest smirk tugged at your lips. “Can’t kill me because I can’t fucking die…can’t lock me away either because well, then you’ll go back to being a fucking sad and lonely man who is desperate for love.” You whispered in a harsh tone.

His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head. He kept his grip on your hair and his other hand came around to cup your cheek. “I would never lock you away sweetheart.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling your scent.

“Then let fucking go of me.” You gritted out as you took a deep breath to calm yourself, your fingers twitching as they threatened to tense once again.

Homelander sighed and rolled his eyes before he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and released your hair. You turned around to face him with a glare as your jaw clenched. He offered you his eerie brought smile. “You know…I think you’re the only person on this whole fucking green earth, who isn’t scared of me.” He said as he wiggled a finger in your direction. “That’s one of the reasons I like you so much.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as your head tilted to the side. “Like?” You repeated, your eyes squinting.

Homelander pursed his lips, catching the slip of his words. He reached out and cupped your cheek as he offered you a small smile. “Love.” He corrected himself. Even in your state of anger, you didn’t have to doubt that he loved you. That was one thing, no matter what happened between the two of you, that neither of you had to doubt. You fucking loved each other.

“No.” You huffed with a shake of your head as you pushed his hand away. “No, you don’t get to fucking touch me right now.” You snapped as you pointed a threatening finger at him.

He raised surprised eyebrows as his head cocked to the side. “What?” He questioned in a low voice.

You breathed deeply to calm yourself, clenching your tensing fingers by your side. “Did you fuck Lizzie?” You asked in a low voice. You knew Homelander had been with the woman, but in what way exactly you didn’t know. And you wanted to know. You weren’t sure why you felt so jealous, you knew this happened before you. But still, you didn’t like the thought of someone, at one point having what you have now.

He quirked an eyebrow, seeing the opportunity to piss you off even further. “Would it make you angry if I say yes?” He asked as the corner of his lips nearly tugged up into a smirk.

You inhaled sharply, twisting your neck as all the muscles in your body tensed up. “I’m already fucking angry, so just tell me the truth.” You snapped in a firm voice.

“Yes, I did.” He replied in a monotone voice as he clasped his hands together behind his back. Your hand flexed by your side and Starligth’s chair slowly rose into the air behind you. Homelander’s lip twitched into a snarl as he pointed at the chair. “I swear if you throw that fucking chair.” He warned.

You silently glared at Homelander for a second before dropping the chair behind you with a huff. “You know, I hope you’ve had your fill of fucking, because you won’t get any for a while.” You informed him before turning on your heels and walking in the direction of the door.

Homelander was taken aback by your words and he stared at you in disbelief as he raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?” He questioned.

“You fucking heard me!” You yelled, not once turning to look back at him as you continued on your path towards the doors.

“Y/n!” He called out after you, his voice harsh. “Get back here!” He screamed as his eyes flashed red while the doors slipped open and you walked out. “Y/N!” He screamed, sending two laser beams in the direction of the door, scorching the spot you had been in just mere seconds ago.

He sighed as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He fucking hated and loved these arguments. He loved and hated the thrill. But he fucking loved whenever you made it up to each other or just fucked out your anger.

He hated and loved being with you. And he wouldn’t give you up for anything. Ever.

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All he needed.

Pairing: Homelander x F!Reader.

Summary: After two years of being together, you dissapeared from Homelander's life. Vought had told him you killed yourself but one file left on his desk by someone unknown, told him a different story. And when he sought you out, he was surprised to see you alive and well, with an eight month old son, blonde hair and blue eyes, just like his father.

Warnings: Heavy swearing. Blood and murder. Mentioning of smut. Mention of suicide

You were with Homelander for only a short two years. But it was the best fucking two years of both your and his life. You adored Homelander before you even started working for Vought. You always offered him kind smiles when you saw him. And he could hear the way your heart skipped a beat when he was near. You were taken with him from the start and he was taken with how much you adored him, how much you loved him.

At first, Homelander would only watch you through the walls of your office. He could watch you for hours, but honestly, you never did anything exciting at work. So then he began watching you at home. He watched through your walls as you danced around in nothing but a shirt and panties while making dinner. He watched you dress, watched you bath, watched you whenever you pleasured yourself, and even watched you sleep.

He couldn’t get enough of it. Of you. And soon he was forcing his way into your life. He forced Stillwell to make you his personal assistant and you were all too happy for the job. He made sure you had to follow him around the whole day, except when he was out fighting crime. He made them move your office next to his own so that he could comfortably watch you through the wall.

And then one day he showed up at your apartment. He invited himself in, made friendly talk and even stayed for dinner. Being with him for your whole workday, made you two close, and then suddenly he was at your apartment every day after work. You got yourself into the habit of cooking for two and always having fresh milk in your fridge. He seemed to quite enjoy the beverage.

One night you admitted to having a crush on him when you were younger and not before long you were laying naked across the bed, being fucked senseless by the supe. Your relationship developed fast and strong after that. Homelander moved you into his penthouse in the Vought building, so you’d truly be around him nearly 24/7. This created a co-dependency for you.

To Homelander, it truly seemed like you enjoyed his company. You didn’t mind having him around all the time. You didn’t mind listening to him rant. You always praised him and agreed with him on everything. You were truly just perfect.

And then you just had to go and fucking kill yourself.

When the cops found your burned car, there was barely anything left to identify you with. That’s what Vought told Homelander. It was believed to be suicide because of the cans of gasoline that were found not so far from your car.

For a whole year and five months, Homelander mourned you. He was confused, heartbroken and angry. He didn’t understand why you had to leave him. Was he not good enough? Were you not happy? He gave you fucking everything and you just ripped his dead and cold heart right out of his chest.

That’s until one faithful day when things changed. He stepped into his office, finding a brown file on his desk. He sighed in irritation, thinking Ashley had dropped it off. He wasn’t even going to bother with it until he saw the red stamp on the file. ‘Highly confidential.’

His eyebrows furrowed and more irritation filled him. Was Ashely that fucking incompetent to leave a highly confidential file on his desk. He sat down and opened the file, eyebrows furrowing when he was met with your gaze. The photo pinned to the inside was not one he had ever seen before. Your hair was shorter than it was when you were still alive.

His eyes scanned over the file, reading only a few words that stuck out to him. Two simple words struck something inside him. ‘ Witness protection.’ He read it over and over. Nowhere did it say why you were in witness protection, but it gave the exact date you entered the program through Vought. Exactly seventeen months ago.

He was raging by the time he reached Stillwell, who happened to have her infant son in the office with her. He demanded to know why they lied to him, where you were, and why you left. At first, she was reluctant to speak, but with one flick of his red eyes at her son and she began speaking. She told him where you were, but spun a story that you were scared of him and begged her to help you get away.

He didn’t buy it but soon he’d get his answers. Within minutes, he was in front of a cabin, tucked away far away in the middle of the woods. He stared at the house, noting the zinc inside the woods that obstructed his vision.

Inside, you were walking barefoot through the house, still in your pajamas. Your blond-haired blue-eyed baby was in your arms, dressed in a blue onesie, his blue blanket in one hand and his dark red pacifier between his lips.

“Alright buddy, let’s get breakfast in that belly.” You coeed to Noah and the eight-month-old registered the word ‘food’, and an excited spark slipped into his blue eyes. You carefully placed him in his highchair and he grabbed for your shirt. “You can have milk after you’ve eaten.” You said you pulled his hands off your shirt before walking around the kitchen, serving him a bowl of yogurt with mashed banana.

You smiled at the baby when he grew even more excited when you brought the food over to him. You only got into feeding him a few bites before your front door was slammed open so hard that it ripped from the hinges and fell with a thud to the floor.

A gasp slipped from your lips at the sound and your eyes widened. Noah began wailing and you shushed him softly as you picked him, cradling his head against your chest. Your heart beated painfully in your chest as you heard the slow thuds of footsteps approaching down your hallway.

There was no back exit through your kitchen. There was only one way in and out, and that was through the same hallway the footsteps were approaching from. You slowly backed up as the footsteps grew closer, but you froze in your steps when a familiar tall and blonde supe stepped into your kitchen.

Your chest clenched at the familiar face blankly staring back at you. ”John?” You whispered as your eyebrows furrowed, confusion filling you just as much as it filled him. His gaze darted down to the baby in your arms, and his eyebrows knitted together. “Oh my God…” You let out a soft sigh, a relieved sigh. “You found me.” You said softly as the smallest smile tugged at your lips and tears filled your eyes.

“Y/n…” He whispered as he continued to stare at you with furrowed eyebrows. Stillwell’s story and your reaction to his presence didn’t match up. “I…I don’t understand.” He muttered softly as his eyebrows furrowed even more. His gaze darted towards Noah when the baby sniffed softly, his blue eyes still full of tears. “Whose that?” He asked as he pointed at the baby.

“Noah.” You replied with a soft smile as you glanced down at your son, wiping his tear-stained cheeks. “Our son.” You informed Homelander as your gaze returned to him.

His eyes slightly widened as his gaze shot towards you. He was silent for a long while as he just stared at you. His head cocked to the side and he opened and closed his mouth for a second, unsure of what the fuck to say. He was silent for another second again. “Our…our son?” He repeated softly as his eyebrows furrowed.

You slowly nodded your head as your gaze diverted down to the floor, tears pooling in your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you shook your head, your gaze returning to him. You loved Homelander with all your heart, but at that moment, you felt scared of him. Scared of his reaction.

“We have a son?” He repeated as he raised his eyebrows, slowly and hesitantly taking a small step towards you, his gaze darting down to Noah. “I have a son?” He whispered.

“Yeah.” You replied softly as you nodded your head and slowly approached him. When you stood toe to toe, Homelander hesitantly reached out and to the baby from your arms. He cradled Noah in his arms, staring down at the baby who was a mirrored image of him. The perfect creation of him. “I’m sorry.” You repeated as you lowered your gaze, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Homelander’s gaze returned to you. He silently stared at you for a long time, listening to your heartbeat. It didn’t sound like the heartbeat of a woman so scared she had to fake her death to get away. It sounded like the heartbeat of a woman broken.

“They told me you were dead…and then they told me you ran away because you were scared of me.” He informed you, eyeing your face closely to see your reaction. Homelander was so deeply hurt by everything he had found out in the past few hours. He didn’t know who or what to believe.

You looked shocked at this, your eyebrows furrowing and your lips parting as your gaze darted towards him. “They told you that?” You asked softly as your gaze darted around, slowly shaking your head in denial.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, and you could hear a hint of anger slip into his voice. Anger towards you. Because for what fucking possible reason could you have left him for. “Why did you leave with my son?” He asked as his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze darting down to Noah.

You sighed softly, sitting down at the kitchen island, running a hand through your hair. “I was going to tell you I was pregnant when I found out.” you began speaking. “Somehow Vought found out and found me before I could get to you. They didn’t want you to know because they were scared your priorities wouldn’t be them anymore.” You explained as you turned your head to look over at him. “They gave me three options. They kill me before I get the chance to tell you. They keep me locked up until I give birth and take the baby, raising him like you were, and threatened to kill me if I told you. Or I leave, live in isolation with my baby.” You informed him and his lips twitched into a snarl as his grip gently grew tighter on Noah. “I know how much you suffered…I couldn’t do that to him.” You said softly with a shake of your head as you glanced at Noah.

“Vought…Vought made you do this?” He questioned softly, his voice a low growl and his eyes briefly flicking red as his gaze diverted away from both you and Noah.

You nodded your head and he inhaled sharply. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you got up to your feet and slowly approached him, gently placing a hand on his muscular bicep and he slightly relaxed underneath your touch. You didn’t leave because you were scared of him. He just knew that was fucking bullshit. “I wanted to tell you, I wanted you to be part of it, of everything, my pregnancy, the birth, his life. All of it.” You whispered as your gaze turned to Noah and you ran a hand through his blonde hair. He was quite peaceful in his father’s arms.

“They said…they said you left because you were scared of me,” Homelander muttered in a low voice, and you could still hear the hint of anger. But his anger wasn’t directed at you anymore. Now it was directed at Vaught and every fucked who lied to him. “They said you wanted them to fake your death.”

“No.” You immediately denied it with a shake of your head as you reached out to cup his cheek in one hand. “I loved you…I still love you.” You whispered as he leaned into your touch. You sighed softly and your gaze flicked towards Noah for a brief second again. “I tried to take him and leave when he was a few weeks old, to go and find you.” You inform Homelander in a soft voice. “So many men with guns showed up. They didn’t point their guns at me to get me to come back, they pointed their guns at him.”

Homelander’s lips twitched into a snarl again as he thought of his son being put in danger. He didn’t care if the kid had powers or not, he fucking despised the thought of anyone even thinking of hurting his son. First, they wanted to fucking take him away from his mother, raise him in a fucking lab, then they DID take him away from his father and pointed guns at him. Someone was going to fucking die today.

“Who knew?” He asked in a low voice. You looked at him hesitantly. His voice was trembling with anger and his blue eyes flicked red again, like a broek light flicking on and off, constantly. It was like he had no control, or he was dangerously close to losing it.

You breathed deeply, hesitant to tell him. You knew he was close with Stillwell because he had her pressed nice and firmly underneath his thumb. “Stillwell.” You whispered and he inhaled sharply again. “She gave the orders, made the threats.” You informed him and Noah was immediately shoved into your arms. “John?” You muttered in confusion as he spun on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen. You hastily followed after him as he stormed out through the broken door and flew off. “John!?”

You let out a soft sigh as he disappeared into the sky. You felt confused, wondering where he was heading. Surely he wouldn’t kill Stillwell. Were you and a kid he’d just met a few minutes ago truly more important to him than a woman he’d worked with for years, a woman who gave him whatever he wanted and always had his back?

You waited there by the broken front door for a long time before you went back into the kitchen, calling the men who patrolled around the woods like guards, keeping you and Noah in like caged animals, but no one answered. You were supposed to always call them if you needed something but after five missed calls you figured you'd have to fix the door yourself.

You finished feeding your son and got him dressed in a saige colored green shirt and brown overalls before you dressed yourself in a plain blue t-shirt and some black leggings. You sat on the steps of your front porch, silently staring at the broken door. Noah sat a few inches away from you, playing with his toys.

He crawled his way toward you, dumping a few pieces of his toys on your lap. He leaned against your thigh as he played, using your legs as a play area. You smiled down at the boy, running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay buddy.” You whispered. “Me and you, we’re gonna be okay no matter what happens.” You assured him.

There was a loud woosh in the air, followed by a thud on the ground, your head shot towards the side, eyes widening at the sight of Homelander, standing a few feet away from you, covered in blood from head to toe. The sight made you gasp.

You slowly got up to your feet and picked Noah up in your arms. “John…” You whispered as you slowly approached him, lips parting as your gaze drifted over the bloody man before you.“Who?” You asked softly, knowing not a drop of the blood that covered him, was his.

“Stillwell.” He muttered in a low voice as he blankly stared ahead of him, his eyes looking dead.

Stillwell was already writing a form of resigning and packing her bags when Hoemalnder found her. He could have made it quick for her, lazering her head in. But he made it as painful as possible. He dragged it out for as long as she could take before she choked on her own blood. When he left her house, Madelyn Stillwell was barely recognizable. She was scorched into almost nothing.

You slowly nodded your head. You shifted Noah onto one hip and with your free hand, you placed a hand on Homelander’s shoulder, almost flinching at the wet and cold patch of blood that stuck to his suit, smearing onto your palm. “Let’s go inside.” You insisted as you let him inside. “You can clean up in the bathroom.”

You washed your hand, scrubbed it until the skin was burning and red then you waited in the living room as Homelander cleaned himself in the bathroom. Noah was sitting on the floor, nibbling on one of his toy cars.

You glanced up when you heard Homelander’s footsteps approaching. He was clean now, his blonde hair damp. His face was blank as he sat down on the couch opposite yours. Noah’s attention was drawn to Homelander and he abandoned all his toys and crawled towards his father.

Homelander stared at the baby who now sat by his feet. He was unsure of what to do when Noah lightly slapped his leg. Hesitantly he reached out and picked up his son, resting Noah on his lap. Noah’s interest immediately went to Homelander’s cape, pulling and biting at the fabric. Homelander didn’t even care about the drool now on his cape. He watched his son in awe.

You slowly got up from the couch you sat on and moved to sit next to Homelander. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you looked at him, a frown tugging at your lips. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t let them do to him what they did to you.” You muttered softly as you shook your head.

“You’re a good mother, Y/n,” Homelander replied as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You leaned into his touch like you always used to do. It brought strange emotions forth in Homelander. Having a woman who loved and adored him and a son. A fucking family. HIS family. “He’s lucky to have you.” He said softly as his gaze turned to Noah.

“Now he has you too.” You whispered as you turned your head to look up at Homelander, his gaze never leaving Noah. Never had you seen the man so much in awe of something or someone. Your gaze also turned to Noah and you pursed your lips. “They ran tests on him when he was born.” You informed him softly and he tensed up for a second until you continued speaking. “He’s like you, but he hasn’t shown any of his powers yet.” You explained as you looked back at Homelander again. “He’s a real gentle kid actually.” You said as a smile tugged at your lips.

A smile tugged at Homelander’s lips as well. He felt proud knowing his kid was like him. He turned to look back down at Noah again, gently running a hand through the baby’s hair. “He looks so much like me…” He noted softly as he let out a soft, pleased huff.

“He does.” You agreed with a nod of your head. “I took so much comfort in that.” You admitted softly as you smiled sadly. For the past eight months, Noah was all you had of Homelander. Of the man you loved with all your heart.

“Vought’s not going to hurt you or our son.” Homelander assured as his hold on you tightened and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “And they won’t take either of you away from me ever again.” He promised softly as he leaned his head against yours.

After fixing your front door and informing you that all the guards around the woods were dead, Homelander spent the entire day playing with his son. They played with toy supes, and cars, watched cartoons together, and played a little outside. After eating dinner and getting a bath from his father, Noah was beyond tired. You let Homelander put the baby to bed. It was the least you could give him after he missed eight months of his son’s life.

You sat in the living room, looking up when Homelander returned to you. “He sleeping?” You asked softly as he sat down next to you, shifting to lay his head on your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

“Yeah.” He replied softly as he slowly nodded his head.

“You really knocked him out.” You said softly as you let out a soft chuckle, a smile tugging at your lips as you leaned your head against his.

“I couldn’t let him go.” He spoke softly as he inhaled slowly. “I just wanted to spend every single second with him.” He said as he turned his head to look up at you, his face barely an inch away from yours. “I’ve missed so much.” He whispered.

You sighed softly, reaching out to brush your finger across his cheek. “Now, we all have so much time together.” You whispered as you offered him a small smile, cupping his cheek. “I’ve dreamt of this day for so long.” You admitted. “Wondering how it would be if you found us…meet him.” You muttered before sighing again. You silently stared at him for a second before resting your forehead against his. “I love you, John.”

“I love you.” He replied as he reached up to cup your cheek as well before pressing his lips against yours in a yearning kiss. Now he had all he ever wanted. A family. A son. And a woman who loved him. He had it all. All he needed. And fucking pray for anyone trying to take it from him again.

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #homelander #the boys x y/n #homelander imagine #homelander x reader #homelander x you

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Butcher x F reader with the angst #2 prompt.

Failures.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: Butcher is angry with you after you left the boys for a brief while and upon your return to the group, he makes things difficult for you. One mission causes an argument and you both say things to hurt one another.

Warning: Butcher is kinda mean. Swearing.

Prompt: Angst - 2. "You couldn't live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Yeah, right back to me."

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I hope the vibe of this one is what you were hoping for! Thank you for the request.

You had been part of the boys for a long time. Not long enough that Butcher could have come up with another name for the group, but still long. You had joined after the death of your sister. She had been killed by a supe and you went down a spiraling warpath to avenge her.

But years later, you couldn’t deal with the way Butcher did things anymore. His warpath was far more dangerous than yours. The risks became unbearable and you left the group. You decided to do things your own way. The safer way. You worked with a branch in the FBSA.

One night you went on a solo mission that took longer than expected and at the time you were moved back into your parents' house. They grew worried when you never returned home, knowing you were on one of your more dangerous missions. They went out looking for you that night and got hit by a drunk driver.

After the funeral of your parents, you went looking for Butcher and rejoined the boys. You knew it didn’t matter how you did this, someone always ended up dead. At least this way, your family members were safer not knowing what you were up to.

Ever since your return, things between you and Butcher had been rocky. Before you left, you two were close and you often found comfort in each other’s beds. You confided in each other about a lot and often leaned on each other for support.

It was gut-wrenching for Butcher to have all that ripped away from him. And till this day, the man still held a fucking grudge against you for it. He was angry at you, and everyone could tell by the way he treated you now in comparison to before you left.

He gave you a hard time about everything, micro-managed and criticised your work, gave you one of the harder tasks and he was a cunt to you nearly half of the time. But you took all of it with grace.

Until one day, when he decided that you had to go into a supe party that was dangerously fucking close to Herogasm. It didn’t have a big name or hundreds of people wanting to join. But it was still a lot of supes fucking willing and unwilling people. It was Herogasm on a smaller scale.

Butcher insisted it would be simple. You just had to go in, get some information on a certain supe you guys were targeting, and then get right back out. He looked past how fucking dangerous it was to send you in there with a bunch of horny super humans.

Frenchy didn’t look past the danger. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together as he shook his head. “I do not like this plan.” He said as he scratched his chin, staring at Butcher with bewildered eyes. He was curious to know if Butcher would truly do something like this to you.

Your jaw clenched as you glared at Butcher, your arms tightly crossed over your chest. “Yeah, me fucking neither.” You agreed with a shake of your head as your eyes squinted at Butcher.

Butcher inhaled sharply as he glanced between you and Frenchy. “Yeah well, when you two starts callin’ the shots around here, ya can start fuckin’ callin’ the shorts around here.” He snapped as he pointed between you and Frenchy.

“Yeah and who made you boss?” You snapped back at Butcher as you raised your eyebrows, your head tilting to the side.

Butcher’s lips tugged into a lopsided smirk as he leaned in a little closer towards you. “I did luv.” He replied in a low voice as he pointed a hand towards his chest.

You let out a scoff of dry amusement as you shook your head.“This is fucking stupid.” You muttered, still glaring at Butcher. “I’m not going undercover into a fucking supe orgy party.” you refused with another shake of your head.

“You’re the only one not on every fuckin’ news channel, being called a murderer,” Butcher argued with you. After you had left, all of the boys got burned for killing a supe, and now while they were hiding out in a dusty old basement of an abandoned arcade, nearly every law enforcement in America was searching for them. “So you’re doing this.” He insisted.

“No, I’m not.” You denied with a firm shake of your head, giving Butcher a challenging look as you stepped a little closer to him. “You’re not fucking in charge here, Butcher.” You spat in a low voice.

“Oh, but I am.” He replied as his lopsided smirk returned to his lips.“I call the shots, luv.” He reminded you as his head tilted to the side. “Me, not you.” He said as he pointed at himself before pointing at you.

“Yeah, and that’s why we’re fucking here right now.” You replied with a slow nod of your head and in your peripheral vision, you could see Frenchy and MM share uncomfortable looks with each other. By now they knew when an argument between me and Butcher was about to break out. “It’s because of you, no one can fucking show their faces.” You snapped as you jabbed your finger against Butcher’s hard chest. “This is your fucking failure!”

“Oh you want to talk about my failures, do you?” He questioned as he shifted on his feet, quirking an eyebrow as he stared down at you. “Let’s talk about yours because there is a fuckin’ lot, luv.” He replied in a low voice.

“Hey Butcher, easy man,” MM spoke up as he took a step forward and held a hand up to signal Butcher to stop before he’s even had the chance to rip into you.

Butcher slowly shook his head, not even sparing MM a look as his gaze remained on you. “No, she wants to talk.” He said before spreading his arms out by his sides. “Then let’s fuckin’ talk.” He insisted.

“Fuck you, Butcher.” You gritted out in a low voice. “This is why I didn’t want to come back.” You whispered as you slowly shook your head. You saw how Butcher could be and you saw how angry he was when you decided to leave. You knew coming back wouldn’t be easy and for a second you hesitated on the decision.

“Then why did ya?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows, an angry expression on his face.

You inhaled sharply, your gaze diverting as you slowly shook your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit you needed him or his help. You couldn’t admit to him that he was right when he told you not to leave. “I should have never come back. Not to this group and especially not to you!” You yelled as your finger jabbed against his chest once again.

“Yeah well ya fuckin’ did.”He snapped at you as his jaw clenched. "You couldn't live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Yeah, right back to me." He taunted you without thinking about his words first. He regretted them immediately.

Your face dropped at his words and he, Frenchy, and MM realized he just fucked up badly. Tears filled your eyes and Butcher’s heart ached at the sight. “Fuck you.” You whispered before turning around and storming upstairs to the abandoned arcade, sitting down on one of the benches.

MM turned to face Butcher with a frown tugging at his lips. “Hey man, that wasn’t cool.” He muttered with a shake of his head, “We need her, you need her, so go fix that shit right now.” He demanded as he pointed towards the stairs. “And she ain’t going to that fucking party.” He demanded with a shake of his head.

Butcher stared at MM silently for a second before sighing deeply. He turned around and followed you upstairs. He watched you as you silently sat on the bench. “Y/n…” He called out softly as he approached you.

You closed your eyes at the sound of his voice, sniffing away your tears. “Just fuck off, Butcher.” You pleaded softly as you shook your head at him.

Butcher didn’t listen. He approached you and hesitantly sat down next to you. He clasped his hands together and stared down at his feet. “Look, I was bein’ a dick in there, I’m sorry.” He apologized softly.

Your eyes fluttered open and you silently stared ahead of yourself. A single tear slipped down your cheek. “You’re right…” You whispered as you pursed your lips.

“No-” Butcher began speaking up as he shook his head but you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“Yes, you are.” You argued with him as you shook your head as well. “I thought I could do all this differently. I thought I didn’t need you or any of the guys.” You whispered as you sniffed, wiping at your teary eyes. “And that just got my parents killed.” You muttered.

“It wasn’t ya fault.” He insisted as he reached out and placed a gentle hand on your thigh. His touch didn’t make you uncomfortable, it only reminded you of all the old times when he could barely keep his hands off you.

“Yes, it was.” You argued again. “They went looking for me because I was on a fucking suicide mission. If I just…stayed away, they wouldn’t have worried about me, gotten into the car…they wouldn’t have been hit that night.” You began ranting as your nose scrunched up and the tears began running down your cheeks as you sighed softly.

Butcher stared at you silently for a second before moving his hand off your thigh and then wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulls you into his side, rubbing your arm like he always used to when he was comforting you about something. “Ya couldn’t have known.” He whispered as he rested his head against yours.

“After my sister, you told me how important it was to keep the people you love, as far away from this shit as possible.” You muttered softly as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I didn’t listen and I failed.” You admitted your fault.

Butcher unwrapped his arm from your shoulders and cupped your face between his hands. “Y/n, look at me.” He demanded as he tilted your head back until your gaze met his. “It wasn’t ya fault.” He insisted with a firm shake of his head.

You stared into his hazel eyes through blurred vision. “I need you, Butcher.” You admitted softly. “Because if I do this on my own…more people are going to die.” You insisted as you sniffed again and slowly shook your head. “I know that…it’s why I came back.”

He stared at you silently for a second before nodding his head in understanding. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into a warm hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“And together, we’re goin’ to make every last one of those cunts pay.” He assured as one of his hands rubbed your back.

You nodded in agreement and stayed in his warm embrace for a while longer before you pulled away. “I just need a dress for to-” You began speaking as you went to stand up.

Butcher cut you off by grabbing onto your hand and pulled you back down to sit next to him.

“Nah, you ain’t goin' to that fucking party.” He refused with a shake of his head, knowing how wrong it would be to send you there. Knowing he’d never forgive himself if anything happened to you in a place like that. “Not with those filthy bastards.”

You turned to look at him, pursing your lips. “It’s the only way we can get the information we need.” You muttered softly as you slowly shrugged your shoulders.

Butcher shook his head again as he reached out to rest his hand on your thighs. “Just like you sometimes need to do things to protect the people ya love…you sometimes gotta not do things, to protect the people ya love.” He explained softly as he gave your thigh a squeeze.

You silently stared at him for a while, your lips parting, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing. And then a smile tugged at your lips. “Is that you being…sweet?” You asked softly, a hint of teasing in your voice.

“Don’t ya fuckin start.” He huffed softly as he bumped your shoulder with his own. You chuckled softly as you glanced at him. He stared at you, offering you a brief smile before it disappeared as he sighed, lowering his gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry what I said in there.” He apologized softly. “You ain’t fail anything or anyone.” He insisted with a shake of his head.

You reached out, placing a hand over his. “I’m sorry too.” You whispered as you wrapped your hand around his, holding onto it.

Butcher’s gaze diverted to your hands, being reminded of all the old times. At that moment, he fucking hated himself for how angry he had been with you. But he also realized why he was so angry. He didn’t want you to come back. He wanted you to abandon this life altogether. “You were right about one thing.” He muttered softly.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head to look at him. “What?” You asked softly, your voice filled with confusion.

“Ya shouldn’t have come back.” He voiced his thoughts as he slowly shook his head. “You’re too good for this shit.” He insisted as he met your gaze.

You shook your head. ”I need to do this too.” You insisted as you sighed deeply.

Butcher nodded in understanding before briefly shaking his head. His hand moved up from your thigh and cupped your cheek once again. His thumb brushed over your skin. “I ain’t want you to get hurt.” He admitted softly.

Your heart fluttered at his words and you slightly leaned into his touch. The softest smile tugged at your lips. “You’re really getting into the sweet thing, huh?” You asked softly as you quirked an eyebrow at him.

Butcher rolled his eyes, visibly biting back a smile that wanted to tug at his lips. “Fuck off.” He huffed before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest once again. You rested your head on his shoulder, your hands reaching out to hold onto his coat.

Things between you and Butcher would not heal quickly, but this was the start of something. And neither of you would ever allow it to go this bad again.

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Hi, may I request something with Butcher? Prompts #5 and #15. Maybe the electricity goes out in the place where the boys are crushing for the night, and it's cold and windy so they're all freezing. Reader had to share a room with butcher, and when he sees her shivering he offers her his coat. It's still freezing though so they end up having to cuddle for warmth which makes reader anxious since they have a massive crush on butcher. Maybe butcher thinks he's making them uncomfortable, which leads to an unexpected confession and then to them falling asleep entangled in each other's arms :)

thank you in advance and feel free to change anything you want on my request 🙏💕

Heartbeat.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You've had a crush on Butcher for a long time and one powerless and cold night pushed you two closer together and made confessions come out.

Warning: Swearing. That's it, I think?

Prompt: Fluff - 5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."

15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good a good thing?" - "It’s… It’s comforting."

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Thank you for this request!! I enjoyed writing it so much!! I hope I did your request justice and you like it!!

It had been weeks since you, along with the boys, had to go into hiding. All your covers had been blown and you were all burned. Grace Mallory had been kind enough to help you with a hideout. The place was shitty and falling apart and the neighborhood was sketchy.

It was only three bedrooms between the six of you and everyone had to room up together. Frenchy had insisted that Kimiko and him share, and before you could intervene, Hughie had already claimed MM as his roommate.

Hughie was one of the only people who knew about the crush you have on Butcher. The second he joined the boys, you and Hughie grew close and one night after sharing a bottle of wine, you confessed to Hughie that you liked Butcher. And since that very fucking day, Hughie has done everything in his power to push you and Butcher closer together.

Butcher didn’t mind sharing a room with you, but for you, it was a living hell. You were extremely aware and self-conscious of everything you did around Butcher. You two had a close relationship and that only made it harder for you. Because you couldn’t pull away from him without him getting suspicious but pretending to only want to be close friends with him was torture.

One night you were in the living room, sitting on a crappy couch with Butcher and Frenchy. While they watched a movie, your attention was running around the dimly lit room. You always tried to keep noise and lights to a minimum in the house, so as to not draw any attention. Right now, the room was only illuminated by the small TV screen.

Suddenly the TV went off and the place felt ten times darker and colder in the absence of power. MM came out of the room he shared with Hughie, who was already sleeping. “Is the power out?” He asked as he glanced around.

Butcher stared at the turned off tv for a second before tilting his head to look over at MM.“No, can’t ya see the TV is on? Look, they’re showing those fuckin’ rich sisters with the ginormous asses.” He snarkily replied as he pointed towards the TV and Frenchy let out a chuckle.

MM rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You gotta be a dick all the time?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows at Butcher.

Butcher offered him a lopsided smirk as he spread out his arms by his sides. “It’s my trademark.” He replied and MM rolled his eyes again as he shook his head.

You got up from the couch, patting your feet through the dark. You made your way over towards one of the windows that had been plastered over one of the many busted windows in the place. You shivered at the cold breeze blowing over your face as you peeled a piece of the newspaper back and glanced outside at the pitch-black streets. “Look’s like the whole street is out.” You informed them as you pulled away from the window and Frenchy turned on the flashlight of his phone, lighting the room up a little. “Fuck, it’s freezing in here.” You muttered as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Maybe we can start a fire, no?” Frenchy asked as he looked between you, Butcher, and MM with raised eyebrows.

MM slowly turned around to face Frenchy, raising his eyebrows. “On the fucking floor?” He asked as he pointed his hands down at the floor before shrugging his shoulders. “Where the fuck are you going to make a fire, Frenchy?” He asked, seeing as the shitty place didn’t have a fireplace.

“It was just a suggestion,” Frenchy muttered softly as his lips slightly pouted out and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah well, it was a dumb fucking suggestion.” MM huffed as he shook his head at Frenchy, a frown tugging at his lips that nearly made him look disappointed and it made you smile.

“I’m going to bed.” You muttered with a soft sigh as you stretched your back and the three men said their goodnights as you sauntered off to your room. Two mattresses lay on the floor, both on opposite sides of the room. You sighed as you glanced at your mattress with only one blanket lying across it.

You pulled on a sweater to warm yourself up a little in the cold. The only window in the room was busted as well and it allowed for a cold breeze. You kicked off your shoes, keeping your socks and even your jeans on. You all had grown used to keeping your day clothes on for when you had to leave through the night in a hurry.

You climbed underneath your blanket and pulled your knees up to your chest as you lay on your side. Your body trembled every time you shivered and your teeth began to clatter. Your muscles quickly grew sore as your shivers grew more frequent.

The door to the room opened and Butcher looked down at you, eyebrows deeply furrowing. “Jesus, I can hear ya fucking teeth clatter all the way down the hall.” He grunted with a huff as he made his way through the room, kicking a bag of clothes out of his way.

You scoffed as you sat up on your mattress, lips pouting as you rested your chin on your knees, wrapping your arms around your legs. “As if this place wasn’t cold enough to begin with.” You muttered softly. “Why don’t we have more blankets?” You asked with a sigh.

Butcher turned to you, quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry luv, wasn’t on the fuckin ‘running from every law in this country’, bucket list.” He replied as he shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms out by his sides.

You stared up at him, pursing your lips. “You know, MM is right.” You muttered softly, but there was a lighthearted tone to your voice.

Butcher hummed as his head cocked to the side. “About?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

“You being a dick.” You replied softly as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. A shiver ran down your back and you wrapped your arms tighter around your legs.

Butcher scoffed in amusement at your words and he nodded in agreement. "Thank you, luv.” He muttered with a grin. He stared at you as you shivered again and he pursed his lips and pulled off his long black trench coat. “Here, take my coat.” He insisted.

Your eyes slightly widened in the dark room and your lips parted. Your heart began to beat with loud thuds in your chest. “No, I can’t do that.” You replied softly as you shook your head. You couldn’t have Butcher be cold just for you. Even though you were sure the temp V warmed him right up.

“Take it.” He insisted as he dropped the coat down on your mattress. “Can’t listen to your teeth chattering the whole bloody night.” He muttered as he climbed down on his mattress, pulling a blanket over his legs and resting with his back against the wall.

“Thank you.” You spoke up softly as you sat up on your knees and grabbed his coat. You shrugged it on and tensed up when you smelled his lingering scent on the fabric. You softly cleared your throat as you sat back.

Butcher watched you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What is it?” He questioned as his head tilted to the side.

You pursed your lips as you shrugged your shoulders. “Your coat smells like you." You muttered softly as you wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning into the warmth of his coat.

Butcher was silent for a few seconds as he stared at you, admiring the way you looked completely engulfed in his coat that was a little just too big for you. "Is that a good thing?" He asked after a while as he raised his eyebrows.

Now it was your turn to be silent for a few seconds. You stared into the darkness in front of you as you pursed your lips again. Butcher hummed questionally and that snapped your attention back to him. You turned your head to face him. “It’s… It’s comforting." You whispered and your whole body grew so warm that you almost stopped shivering.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice oddly soft as his eyes remained on you. “And why is that?” He asked curiously as he shifted on his mattress so that most of his focus could be on you.

Again you remained silent for a second before shrugging your shoulders again. “I don’t know…it just is.” You muttered softly as you shifted to lie down, pulling your blanket tightly over yourself as you curled up. You began shivering again and your teeth clattered.

Butcher watched you for a while, sighing when all that filled the silence, was your teeth clattering together. “Bloody hell, I can still hear your teeth, Y/n.” He muttered.

“I can’t help it.” You replied with a sigh as you curled up even more, trying to stop your teeth from clattering but failing completely. “It’s a normal bodily function.” You huffed at him.

Butcher stared at you for a while again before he flipped back his blanket. “Come over here.” He softly called out to you as his lips pulled into a thin line.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat right there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at Butcher through the darkness surrounding you. “What?” You asked in confusion.

“Bring ya blanket and come here.” He insisted as he patted the spot directly next to him on his mattress.

This time, you could have sworn your heart did skip a beat. Your lips parted as you stared at Butcher, your stomach knotting. “You…you mean-” You muttered softly, letting your sentence drift into nothingness.

“Yes,” Butcher replied as he patted the spot again. “Body heat will warm ya up faster than that flimsy fuckin’ blanket.” He said as he nodded his head at the blanket that covered you.

“O-okay.” You muttered, hesitantly getting up from your mattress and patting your way toward Butcher’s. your heartbeat picked up with every step you took. You hesitantly lay down next to Butcher as he shifted, pulling his blanket over your body before wrapping an arm around you.

You ever so slightly tensed as you were pulled against his chest, your head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder. Butcher was warm, extremely warm. The lasting effects of the last of the temp V in his system. You were one of the few that was aware he had been shooting the shit up into his veins. What you didn’t know was, that your crying when you found out about it, was what made Butcher stop taking it. He swore to find another way to kill Homelander. He couldn’t be the cause of your heartache or tears.

Another lasting effect that still lingered was his enhanced senses. He could so clearly smell the mixture of both your scent and his scent combined on you. He could also hear how loud and fast your heart beated. The thudding nearly hurt his ears.

“Bloody hell, I can hear your heart beating, relax, will ya?” He spoke up in a grumbling voice as he gave your arm a gentle but firm squeeze. It was an attempt to calm you but his touch only made your heart beat so much faster.

“I can’t help it.” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed of the fact that he could so vividly hear your heart. You were surprised he didn’t notice the way your heartbeat always picked up when he was around.

“Yeah?” He hummed softly as he raised his eyebrows. “Is sounding like ya heart’s about to fuckin’ give out, a normal bodily function as well?” He questioned sarcastically, with a hint of teasing in his gruff voice.

“In this situation, yeah.” You muttered underneath your breath but the temporary supe next to you heard every single word.

“This situation?” He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed and you sighed softly at the knowladge that he had heard your words.

“Can we just sleep, please?” You pleaded softly with him as your eyes remained closed and you almost let out a breath of relief when the room went silent. Butcher didn’t say a word for a few seconds and you started to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t, and he spoke up once again. “You know…we’ll warm up faster naked.” He commented as a smirk tugged at his lips. He always enjoyed making comments like that. Especially when he was on temp V because then he could hear the way your heartbeat picked up and he could feel the heat of embarrassment and shyness radiate off you.

Your eyes widened and you tensed for a second. “What?” You questioned softly as your heartbeat thudded so loud, it pounded in your eardrum.

“Skin on skin, they say it warms ya right up.” He explained, and while you couldn’t look up at him in the darkness, you could nearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, when you’re wet.” You muttered softly as you sighed, slowly shaking your head.

“Well, I bet ya are.” He commented playfully as he chuckled softly.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. “Butcher.” You scolded him as you slapped his chest and he could hear your heartbeat picking up once again.

He cleared his throat, shifting in his spot. “Sorry luv, didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” he apologized softly as he gave your arm another squeeze. “Just kiddin’ with ya.” He assured. Usually, you weren’t this affected by his filthy mouth. Other times you would have laughed.

“You can’t say things like that when you’re this close.” You muttered softly as your lips slightly pouted out and your eyebrows furrowed.

Butcher was silent for a second, his eyebrows knitting together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked softly as he looked down at you.

Your eyes slightly widened and you gulped down the lump forming in the back of your throat. “Nothing.” You whispered as you shook your head.

Butcher shifted, sitting up and forcing you to sit up as well. “No luv, you can’t say things like that with ya heart fuckin beatin’ like this.” He said as he reached out to place a hand against your chest, feeling the thuds of your heart beneath his palm. His eyebrows furrowed as your heartbeat picked up at his touch. He moved his hand from your chest and cupped your cheek. “Tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” He insisted.

You stared at him through the darkness, taking a deep breath before you spoke up. It was no or fucking never. “It’s you…it’s you that makes my heart beat like this.” You admitted softly and his head tilted to the side. “It’s like I can’t fucking think straight with you around and I get this warm feeling in my chest, and my heart beats like crazy, and it feels like…I don’t know how to explain it.” You sighed as you lowered your head.

Butcher stared at you as a look of realization crossed his face. He lifted your head so that you could face him. “Ya don’t have to luv.” He replied softly as he shook his head. “I know the feelin’.” He admitted as his thumb brushed over your skin.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. “You do?” You asked softly as your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Yes.” He admitted with a nod of his head before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then he moved down to kiss the tip of your nose and then down to press a feather-light kiss to your lips. You inhaled softly at the touch of his lips against yours. He smiled when your heartbeat picked up for a second again. “Get some sleep.” He insisted.

He shifted to lie down again and pulled you with him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against his chest. His warmth engulfed you completely. Your head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his head rested against yours. That’s how you fell asleep that night and every other night that followed. Sometimes with fewer clothes or no clothes, but always in each other’s arms.

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Trouble. Pt.2

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You go to Butcher after being threatened by Homelander and come clean about the daughter you were hiding from him. Butcher is furious that she was kept from him and gets tearful when holding the little girl for the first time. And when she's put in danger, he's there to protect his little girl.

Warning: Heavy swearing. Billy Butcher. Child endangermant. Blood and death.

Pt.1 - Pt.2

After managing to gather yourself, you got your daughter in your car and gave her, her tablet, putting on a video for her. You drove to the dodgy abandoned building that Billy had claimed they were at and parked in the back alleyway, behind the dodgy grey van. A back door opened behind your car and three familiar men stepped out

You turned to your daughter, reaching out to cup her cheek in order to get her attention. “Baby, I need you to stay in the car.” You told her softly as she stared up at you with her dark hazel eyes. “Just watch your show.” You insisted as you pointed at her tablet.

“Okay.” She whispered with a nod of her head, pulling her feet up onto her seat and resting her tablet against her knees.

You breathed deeply before climbing out of the car, approaching the three men. From where they stood, they couldn’t see the little girl in the passenger side of your car. “Billy.” You whispered as you stared at the man, the man who had haunted you through your daughter for the past six years.

“Hello, luv.” He greeted softly. While your face was always a pleasant one to see, Billy couldn’t ignore how pissed he was about so many things. Unaware he was about to get a whole lot more pissed about a whole lot more things.

You turned to an old familiar face, a smile tugging at your lips. “Frenchy.” You greeted softly.

“Y/n.” He greeted as he approached you and pulled you into a tight hug for a brief second, one you found pleasant and welcoming. When he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks for a second. “It is good to see your face again,” he said and you let out a soft chuckle.

When Frenchy stepped away, the new familiar face approached you, smiling awkwardly. “Hi, we haven’t formally met,” he said before holding out his hand and you offered him a smile as you took his hand and gave it a brief shake. “I’m Hughie,” he said and you nodded.

Before anyone could share any more pleasantries, Butcher spoke up. “What’s goin’ on, Y/n?” He questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Thought you had too much to fucking lose?” he asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

“I do.” You whispered with a slow nod of your head. “And thanks to you, I might just fucking lose it.” You snapped, angry at him for coming to find you because that small visit could put your daughter in a shit tone of trouble if Homelander ever found out about either Butcher having Translucent or meeting with you.

Butcher was taken aback by your accusation, his eyebrows furrowing. “The fuck did I do?” he questioned as he spread his arms out by his side before dropping them down.

“Homelander found me.” You muttered softly and Hughie ran nervous hands through his hair as he cursed and Frenchy shot Butcher a pointed look. Butcher managed to look more pissed, his jaw clenching. “Asked about Translucent,” I informed him. “He thinks I have something to do with his disappearance because of my brother.”

Butcher took a step towards you, his gaze darting over your face and body, looking for any visible injuries. “That fucker hurt ya?” He asked in a low voice.

You quickly shook your head. “No, but he threatened me.” You muttered softly as you clenched your fists by your side.

“Well then maybe you comin er’ wasn’t the best idea yeah?” He questioned as his head tilted to the side and he leaned a little closer to your face, quirking an eyebrow. “Tought you wanted nothin to do with this?” he asked in his low voice.

“I don’t!” You yelled, and again, Hughie was startled. How Butcher got him into this shit, you truly didn’t know. You let out a shaky breath as you lowered your gaze. “But I’m fucking scared and I don’t know where to go.” You whispered as you sniffed.

Butcher stared at you silently for a second as he squinted his eyes. Never before had he seen you this scared and he knew there was more to the story than what you were telling them. “What he threaten you with?” He questioned, knowing the Y/n he knew back then, wasn’t this shaken up by threats of getting killed. No, there had to be something else.

You sighed deeply as you turned your face away from him, sniffing softly. “Fuck…” You whispered under your breath as your heart clenched in your chest. If it wasn’t bad enough that you’d have to tell Butcher about the daughter you’ve hidden from him for six years, you had to do it in front of Hughie and Frenchy.

“Y/n I can’t really help ya if you ain’t being fuckin open with me.” Butcher muttered softly as he shook his head.

You turned to face him again, silently staring at him for a second before turning around and walking towards your car. All three men watched you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were nervous beyond the point of feeling nauseous as you opened the passenger side door and crouched down.

“Baby, I need you to come with me for a second.” You softly informed your daughter as you reached out and unbuckled her safety belt.

“I’m watching.” She told you softly as she showed you her tablet, her lips slightly pouting out.

You nodded in understanding. “I know, but I need you to meet someone.” You explained softly as you took the tablet from her hands, turning it off before tossing it onto the driver’s seat. You took her small hand into your trembling one and helped her out of the car. You avoided looking at Butcher as you closed the car door and walked towards them.

“Y/n, who is this little one?” Frenchy asked as he appraoched you, his eyebrows deeply furrowed in confusion.

“Willow, my daughter,” You whispered with a shaky voice as you hesitantly looked over at Butcher. His eyes were glued to the little girl who was a mirrored image of him, even he could see that. “Homelander threatened to hurt her.” You whispered as your gaze diverted to your daughter.

“Bonjour petit Willow.” Frenchy greeted with a smile as he crouched down in front of the little girl, too taken by her cuteness to even realize who she reminded him of. But one look at Hughie, told you he knew, as he kept glancing between Butcher and Willow with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips.

Willow giggled as she stared at Frenchy. “You speak funny.” She said and he chuckled, nodding before reaching out to ruffle her hair.

“When did ya pop her out?” Butcher asked as he stared at you with cold, knowing eyes, his jaw tightly clenched. Frenchy looked over at the man when he spoke and then his eyes widened in realization as he glanced at Wilow and the back at Butcher before he slowly took a step back, and so did Hughie. This was a conversation neither of them wanted to be a part of.

“It doesn’t matter.” You whispered as you shook your head, gulping down the lump that formed in the back of your throat.

“It fuckin does to me.” He snapped in a low voice as he stepped closer to you, his face mere inches from yours. “How old is she?” He questioned as he nodded his head at Willow, who stared up at him with curious eyes.

You remained silent for a long while before taking a deep breath. “Six.” You admitted softly as your gaze diverted down to the ground beneath your feet.

Butcher hummed as he slowly nodded his head, his gaze darting down to Willow. “She’s mine then, yeah?” He asked softly as his gaze returned to you, his eyes squinting.

You closed your eyes as you nodded your head and you heard him inhale sharply. You looked up at him with teary vision. “I’m sorry…” You whispered.

“You're fuckin’ sorry?” He repeated in a rather loud voice as he glared at you with a look of utter betrayal and anger etched onto his face.

Hughie hesitantly stepped towards you. “Guys, maybe we should take this inside.” He suggested, fearful a certain supe with super hearing would hear and find you.

You nodded in agreement but you struggled to pull yourself away from Butcher’s cold glare. Frenchy’s placing a gentle hand on your arm snapped you away from Butcher’s eyes. He led you and Willow inside the old abandoned McDonalds and Hughie followed. It was only a few seconds later that Butcher came storming in, slamming the door behind him.

You turned to your daughter as you wiped down one of the dusty benches. “Baby, sit here for a second.” You insisted as you lightly nudged your daughter to sit down on the spot you had wiped off. “I’ll be right back.” You assured her as you wiped your hand clean on the back of your jeans and followed Billy. Frenchy and Hughie went to sit with Willow, watching her while you talked with Butcher. You found him in the bathroom, hunched over the sink. “Billy.” You spoke up softly as you closed the bathroom door behind you

“She’s why you left.” He muttered in a low voice before pushing himself away from the sink and turning to you, a deep scowl on his face. “You left with me fuckin kid?” He asked in disbelief, and it made your heart hurt.

“I’m sorry…” Is all you could manage to whisper as your eyes pooled with tears once again.

Billy inhaled sharply as he held a hand up to stop you. “Stop…stop fuckin sayin’ that.” He snapped in a low voice as he slowly shook his head, approaching you. “I had a right to know.” He insisted.

“I didn’t think you’d want a kid.” You muttered softly as you shook your head, taking a deep breath as you ran a hand through your hair.

“That ain’t your fuckin choice to make!” He yelled as he pointed an intimidating finger at you.

“You didn’t want children with your wife, I didn’t think you’d want Willow.” You said as you desperately shrugged your shoulders, a tear rolling down your cheek and a few more began to follow the first.

Butcher turned his back to you for a second, breathing in and out as he tried to calm himself. “I ain’t want kids…I still had a fuckin right to know I did have one.” He muttered in a low voice as he turned to face you again, his jaw clenching.

You couldn’t say anything back to him, not knowing what to say. He huffed and stormed passed you and out of the bathroom. Then and there you broke down crying, the weight of everything you had caused, crashing down on you. You cried for a good few minutes before gathering yourself, and wiping your wet cheeks with the palms of your hands.

You left the bathroom with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Frenchy and Hughie left the bench when you went to sit down next to your daughter, giving you some space. Willow turned to you, her eyebrows furrowing. “Mommy, are you okay?” She asked softly.

You offered her a small smile as you wiped at your cheeks again. “Just a little sad baby.” You whispered and she shifted on the bench, climbed onto your lap, and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, resting her head against your chest.

You sighed softly, resting your head against hers as you held her tightly against your chest. After a long silent few minutes of holding her in your arms, Billy walked out of the back room, hesitantly and slowly approaching you, his eyes on the girl in your arms.

When he stopped a few feet away from you, you looked up at him. “Do you want to meet her?” You asked him softly. He silently stared at Willow a little while longer before meeting your gaze, hesitantly nodding his head. You lifted your daughter’s head from your chest, cupping her face between your hands. “Willow, this is Billy.” You introduced as you pointed at the man standing a few feet away. “He’s your dad.” You explained to her. “Like I’m your mom, he’s your dad.” You told her,

Once she started going to school, Willow understood the concept of having a father. She understood while all her school friends had one, she didn’t have one. The little girl asked a few questions but you always avoided telling her any part of the truth.

Willow seemed to understand what you were telling her and she turned to Butcher with her toothy smile. “Hi.” She spoke softly as she scooted off your lap and slowly approached Butcher, wrapping her arms around his legs as she hugged him.

Butcher almost looked frozen for a second before he reached down and hesitantly picked up the little girl, resting her on his hip. His eyes scanned her face for a second, his eyebrows deeply furrowed. She offered him another smile before wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her head against his chest, like she always did with you.

Butcher closed his eyes and you watched silently as a lonesome tear rolled down his cheek and dissapeared into his beard. The sight broke your heart, knowing this was all because of you. Because you were scared.

After a few minutes, Butcher placed the girl back down on her feet before turning around and rushing into the backroom again. Willow watched him go before returning to your lap. Everything was quiet after that and you didn’t see Butcher for a long while. You had fetched Willow her tablet and put on a video for her when she grew bored.

After nearly an hour and a half, the three men came out of the backroom. Butcher approached you, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. “Homelander’s close.” He informed you and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. “Gotta throw the cunt off our trail,” he muttered and Willow’s gaze shot towards him, recognizing the bad word she got grounded for saying. She truly was her father’s child.

“Can you…watch your language around her?” You asked him softly, focusing on the most unimportant thing in his sentence but you couldn’t deal with Willow picking up his bad words.

“Right…sorry.” He muttered softly as he glanced over at Willow before his gaze returned to you. “You two stay inside with Hughie.” He ordered before he and Frenchy left.

You and Hughie sat on one side of the bench while Willow sat on the other side. You made small talk as Willow watched her videos in complete silence. After a long few minutes, Butcher and Frenchy still didn’t return.

Your conversation with Hughie was interrupted when your daughter shrieked as she was suddenly yanked off the bench and dragged to the other side of the room, clawing at something around her neck. “Mommy!” She screamed loudly for you.

“Willow!” You screamed as you shot up to your feet and so did Hughie, pulling the detonator of the bomb that was shoved up Translucent’s ass, out of his jacket pocket. Your heart sank to your stomach, knowing the invincible freak had your daughter. The same monster who killed your brother.

You took a step towards your daughter who still clawed at her neck. “Back off before I snap her neck!” Translucent yelled in a warning tone.

You gasped, backing up until you bumped into Hughie. “No, please don’t hurt her!” You screamed as your eyes pooled with burning tears, your heart aching painfully as you watched your baby’s scared and distraught face.

Butcher and Frenchy who had heard both you and Willow screaming, came running inside. “Y/n!?” Butcher called out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Willow struggle against an invincible force. He immediately knew it was the invincible fucker. “Oi, you best let her go, mate.” He spoke in a low voice.

“I’m taking her to Homelander,” Translucent spoke up and you slapped a hand over your mouth as a sob slipped from your lips. “You will all pay for this.” He taunted, thinking he had won because he knew no one would blow him up when he had the girl so close.

“Take me.” You insisted as you took a small step towards him, holding your hands up. “Take me instead.” You demanded as tears ran down your cheeks.

“Why would I do that?” Translucent questioned you.

“Because I can give Homelander more information on these three than a six-year-old can.” You replied as you pointed between the three men before nodding at your daughter.

Translucent was silent for a second before he spoke up. “Come here.” He demanded and you slowly approached him.

You gasped as your arm was grabbed and your back was pulled up against his chest, at the same time as Willow was shoved away. “Go baby.” You demanded as you nudged her shoulder.

Willow ran straight towards Butcher. “Daddy.” She called out with tears rolling down her cheeks and he caught her in his arms without hesitation. He held her close as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

You stared at Butcher, making intense eye contact with him before your eyes shot towards Hughie and then down to the detonator in his hand and then back to Hughie again. Both men seemed to understand what you were trying to tell them and Hughie gave the smallest nod of his head as his thumb hovered over the big red button on the detonator.

“Ready?” You questioned, your gaze darting between Hughie and Butcher, but Translucent thought you spoke with him.

“Yeah,” Translucent replied, his voice right behind your ear, telling you exactly where he was as you heard him sniff your air and sigh softly.

Your jaw clenched as your gaze darted towards Hughie again. “I hope it fucking hurts asshole.” You spat before throwing your head back, hitting his head. The blow wasn’t hard for him, but enough to startle him and make his grip on you loosen. You yanked free from his hold and jumped out of the way, falling to the ground. Just as Hughie pressed the big red button, Butcher turned around and crouched down with Willow in his arms, shielding her from the blood bath.

And it was a fucking blood bath when Translucent exploded. There was no limps or guts. Just blood and chunks of meat that rained down on you. You gasped, closing your eyes and ducking your head down as you felt it rain down on your back, covering you in crimson red.

Willow looked up from the crook of Butcher’s neck and began wailing when she saw everyone and everything covered in the red. She didn’t know what it was, but the looks of horror on everyone’s faces were enough to scare her. “It’s alright sweetheart, I’ve got ya,” Butcher assured as he held her close, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve got ya.”

You cleaned yourself off, covered in the most blood and chunks of meat as you were the closest, before heading outside to your car where Butcher had taken Willow to calm down. You stayed out there with her, sitting in the backseat while she laid with her head on your lap, sleeping.

After helping Hughie and Frenchy clean up most of Translucent, he came to check up on you and Willow. He crouched down beside the open car door, hesitantly reaching out to run a hand over Willow’s head. “How's she doing?” He asked softly.

“Sleeping, so better than most.” You replied softly as you sighed, smiling down at your sleeping girl before turning to Butcher with your lips pulled into a thin line. “Thank you for protecting her.” You whispered thankfully.

”She’s me, daughter.” He spoke up softly as he looked up to meet your gaze, “I ain’t lettin' anyone hurt her.” He assured as he shook his head.

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Trouble. Pt.1

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: Six years ago you got pregnant with Billy's kid and you ran away without telling him. Now he was back, wanting you to return to the boys so you could get your revenge on Translucent, but you gave him a big fuck you and turned your back on him. But one visit from Homelander and a threat later, you went crawling back to Butcher, unsure how to explain how much you've fucked up.

Warnings: Heavy swearing. Child harming threats. Billy butcher. Homelander. A child???

Pt. 1 - Pt.2

You were already working with Grace Mallory when Butcher and the boys began working for her. Butcher has just lost his wife and was on a war path to kill every supe he could get his hands on. You were on the same warpath at that time, since Translucent killed your brother and then spun the story that your sixteen-year-old brother had attempted to attack him.

You formed a trauma bond with Butcher which made you grow closer with him. Two years in, and one drunken night spent together, you got pregnant. You told Grace but no one else. You didn’t want Butcher to know for so many reasons. He still wasn’t over his wife, he never wanted children to begin with, and his lifestyle wasn’t one to bring a baby into.

So one night, Grace helped you pack your bags and leave. Butcher tried to look for you but Grace had managed to convince him you wanted out of this life and finding you would put you in danger all over again. Because that was what the life meant. Danger.

And now it was six years later and you had a daughter named Willow. You still lived in New York and by God’s grace, you never ran into anyone from your past. But after the death of Grace’s grandchildren, the boys split up and all went their separate ways.

Your daughter was the constant reminder of Billy. Not because she was his daughter, but because she was the exact copy of her father. She had tanned skin, dark thick black hair with dark hazel eyes, and even his big dimples that always seemed to be present, even when she wasn’t smiling. If anyone who knew Billy, saw the little girl, there would be no doubt in their minds that she was his kid.

To keep a low profile, you lived on the shitty side of the city, in a small two-bedroom apartment, and worked a shity job at a diner. But your daughter got everything her little heart yearned for. She just had to ask and you’d give it to her. By no means she was a spoiled little girl, but she had a good life.

You woke up with a soft sigh on the day your life would change. Oblivious to how the day would go on, you got yourself ready for work, made breakfast, and fed your daughter before getting her ready for school.

Just as you pulled on your jacket, you wandered over to your daughter’s bedroom, poking your head inside. “Baby, come on, you ready for school?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at the little girl who franticly darted around her room, searching for something.

Willow turned to you with pouty lips and eyes filled with tears. “I can’t find my bunny.” She said softly as she wrapped her arms around herself.

You offered your daughter a small smile as you entered her room. “It’s probably in this messy bed.” You said as you walked towards her bed, lightly running a hand over her long dark hair when you passed her. You looked between the sheets of her unmade bed and found the pink plush bunny. “Oh look, here she is.”

Willow gasped as her eyes widened, a smile tugging at her lips. “You found her.” She squealed in excitement as you handed her the bunny and she rushed to her Barbie backpack, yanking the zip open.

“You can’t take her to school, Willow.” You stopped her as you crouched down next to her, placing a hand over hers before she could shove the bunny into her bag.

Her lips pouted again and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at you. “Why not?” She asked softly as she hugged the bunny to her chest, afraid you were going to take it away from her.

“What if you lose her?” You asked her as you raised your eyebrows and tilted your head to the side.

Willow thought bout it for a second as her hazel eyes darted around. “I won’t lose her.” She promised as she shook her head, giving you a toothy smile, her dimples popping out.

“She’s safer here at home, baby.” You told her gently as you reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a thumb over her tanned skin.

She sighed softly as she slowly nodded her head. “Alright.” She whispered as she handed you her bunny and you placed it on her bed, resting it against her pillow.

You took Willow’s bag in one hand and held her hand with your other hand. You walked her to school, listening to her babble about everything that came to her mind. You loved listening to your daughter talk about the smallest things. She could see a worm on the ground and talk about it with no stop.

As you came to a stop in front of her school, you crouched down in front of her, taking her face in between your hands. “Have a nice day at school baby.” You said softly as you placed multiple kisses across her face, making her giggle as she pulled away.

She wrapped her arms around your shoulder, nuzzling her head against your chest. “Love you, mommy.” She spoke softly.

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you, baby.” You replied before pulling away from her, standing up to your feet as she ran towards her teacher with a big smile, greeting the much older woman with a hug. The teacher sent you a wave before letting Willow into the classroom and you waved back before walking toward your job.

Four hours into your shift, you were working behind the counter, taking the to-go orders. Your manager, Jenna approached you with a tray, with two steaming hot cups of coffee on it. “Hey, can you take these two coffees to table two?” She asked as she placed the tray on the counter.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded your head, handing her your small notebook and taking the tray from the counter. You waved through the tables and the few people standing around. Before you could greet the people at table two, you froze. Your eyes met familiar hazel eyes and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

Butcher gave you his one-sided smirk. “Hello, luv.” He greeted you and the skinny and lean man sitting opposite him, shifted in his seat to look at you. The stranger’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly seeing how upset you were at Butcher’s presence.

“No…” You whispered. Your mind ran through a million reasons of why Billy could be back. Him showing up at your shity job that barely anyone in New York has fucking heard of, was no coincidence. Your mind felt fuzzy and your limbs heavy. The tray slipped from your sweaty hands and everyone in the diner jumped when the mugs shattered to the floor and the tray clanged.

You didn’t see Bily’s reaction to your clear disapproval of his sudden presence as you spun around and rushed off into the backroom. Your breathing was heavy and tears burned in your eyes. You leaned against a table, placing a hand over your beating heart.

How did he find you? How did he know where you worked? If he knew that, what else did he know? How much did he know? Why was he here now, after all these years? So many questions and not a single fucking answer.

“Y/n?”Jenna called out as she rushed into the room with a concerned look on her face. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked softly, eyebrows furrowing as she reached out, placing her hands on your arms. “Y/n?”

“I…” You whispered, your breathing speeding up even more as a tear slipped down your cheek.“I have to…” You whimpered, closing your eyes as you struggled to find the words. You didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n?” Jenna spoke again, squeezing your arm softly. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked softly and you frantically shook your head as you let out a whimpering breath.“Who are those guys?” She asked, having seen Butcher and his friend at the table you were sent to.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Your eyes opened and you wiped the tear from your cheek as you looked at her. “The one with the beard…he’s Willow’s father.” You whispered.

Jenna’s eyes widened as her lips parted. Your work friend didn’t know about your previous life, but she knew Willow’s father didn’t know of her. “Oh…” She whispered as her hand dropped from your arm.

You were silent for a second before your mind went to your daughter. You let out a shaky breath. “I need to go get Willow.” You insisted as you ran a shaky hand through your hair. “Please…can I take the rest of the day off?” You pleaded softly.

“Yeah.”Jenna replied with a nod of her head. “Yeah, of course.”

You gave her a soft thank you before gathering your things. Before leaving the diner, you called Willow’s school and informed them there was a family emergency and you were going to pick her up early. The second you stepped out of the back room, your gaze darted towards table two, eyebrows furrowing when you saw it empty.

You rushed out of the diner and turned in the direction of your daughter’s school which was only a few streets down. “Oi, Y/n,” Butcher called out from behind you and you halted in your steps.

You slowly turned around to face him and his new friend. They were leaning up against a dodgy-looking grey van, their gazes settled on you. You stood completely still for a second before storming towards Butcher so fast, that you saw his friend flinch back. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped at Butcher. “Why the fuck are you back?”

“Comin’ on a bit strong there luv,” Butcher muttered in a low voice as he stared at you, unfazed by your attitude, just like he was all those years ago. “You’re gonna make me mate Hughie here think you ain’t like me.” he mused as he nodded his head at the tall and lean man next to him.

“Was me running away in the middle of the fucking night, not enough to make you realize I don’t want any part of this bullshit anymore?” You questioned Butcher with a huff as your eyebrows deeply furrowed.

He sighed as he pursed his lips, his head tilting to the side. “Look, I know things back then were a bit fucked-” He started but you cut him off with a scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“A bit?” You questioned his understatement as you quirked your eyebrow before shaking your head, spinning around and starting to walk away again.

“We have Translucent, Y/n,” Billy called out in a low voice after making sure no one was around to hear him.

Your body went rigid for a second, your chest tightening as your blood ran cold. You slowly turned around to face Butcher, eyebrows furrowing again. “You…what?” You asked softly, a slight shake to your voice. You thought you misheard him for a second. But the smirk tugging at his lips told you that you did in fact hear him right.

“We managed to catch the fucker.”He informed you as he nodded his head, crossing his arms over his chest, making his shirt strain around the muscle. “Frenchy’s working on a way to kill him.” He added.

You silently stared at him for a second before you shook your head. “I don’t want any part of this.” You insisted as you waved a denying hand through the air.

“That fuck killed your brother.” Butcher snapped as his eyebrows furrowed and he took a step closer to you. To everyone else he looked intimidating, even threatening. But not to you. “You ain’t want revenge for him?” he questioned.

You took a shaky breath. For so long, it was all you wanted, revenge for your little brother. But now, you have more important things to worry about. Like your daughter’s safety. “I can’t.” You whispered with a shake of your head as your eyes filled with tears again.

“Why the fuck not?” he questioned as a frown tugged at his lips, his eyebrows furrowing even deeper as he stared down at you.

“Because I have too much to fucking lose!” You snapped, your voice loud enough to startle Hughie again.

Butcher scoffed in amusement as he rolled his eyes. “Like what?” he questioned as he raised his eyebrows. “Your shitty diner job?” he asked as he nodded towards the small building of the diner.

“Just go, and don’t drag me into this shit.” You muttered in a low voice as you shook your head. “Just fuck off.” You snapped before turning around and storming off. On your hasty walk to the school, you send continuous glances over your shoulder to make sure the dodgy grey van wasn’t following you.

When you arrived at the school, you signed your daughter out and she was brought to you in the front office. “Mommy.” She called out with her usual toothy smile, her once adoring dimples now taunting you, like every other feature she got from her father.

“Hi, baby.” You greeted with a small smile as you crouched down and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tightly for a second before you stood back up and took her hand. You walked out of the school building with her but barely got a few steps in when you once again were frozen in your steps.

Willow squealed excitedly as Homelander dropped down in front of you “Look!” She called out as she pointed at the supe, oblivious to the fear and disgust from her mother at the sight of the man.

“Homelander…” You whispered as he approached you with a blank look on his face, his hands hidden behind his back. Your heart clenched with fear and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/n.” He greeted you curtly before crouching down in front of your daughter, and in response, your hand tightened around hers. “Little Willow.” he greeted as an eerie smile tugged at his lips and his hands slipped from behind his back. Your blood ran cold at the sight of the pink plush bunny in his hand. “I brought you something.” He said as he held the bunny out to your daughter.

“My bunny.” She squealed excitedly as she took the bunny from his hands, hugging it to her chest.

Homelander got back up to his feet. His smile dropped as his gaze met yours. His eyes were cold and dead and his face blank. “Translucent is missing.” He informed you.

Just like Mallory trained you, you kept your heartbeat steady and your face blank. “He is?” You asked softly as you raised your eyebrows. “He’s invincible, how can you tell?” You asked with a shrug of your shoulders.

He softly hummed as he nodded his head, reaching out to brush his finger across your cheek. “You know anything about it, Y/n?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your head tilted to the side, tilting away from his touch. “Why would I?” You asked softly.

Homelander’s top lip twitched into a snarl and he grabbed your jaw, leaning in very close to your face. “Don’t fucking bullshit me.” he gritted out in a low voice. “He killed your brother.” He reminded you as his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek. That one incident was enough for him to deem you guilty of whatever happened with Translucent.

You kept yourself composed, so as to not upset your daughter who watched your interaction with the supe. “I don’t have anything to do with this.” You insisted softly, and that was the truth, but still, the supe remained skeptical.

“I hope that is true.” He muttered softly as he leaned into your ear. “We don’t want anything to happen to little Willow, now do we?” He asked softly and your lips parted as your heart plummeted to your stomach.

He let go of your jaw before flying off and Willow stared up at him in awe while you stared ahead of yourself, your eyes filled with tears. It took you a second to snap yourself out of your fear and you picked up your daughter, rushing her back home. You locked your door and closed all your curtains, tossing your daughter's bunny in the back of your closet without her noticing as you placed her tablet in her hands.

While Willow watched videos on her tablet, you went onto your Facebook and searched for Butcher’s friend, Hughie. It was a while before you found the account with the familiar face and by luck, his job was listed on his Facebook information.

You had hoped to find Butcher through Hughie. You knew Butcher was a hard man to find when he didn’t want to be found. And a man holding supe hostage, would not want to be found. You felt a little selfish wanting to seek him out now, after telling him to fuck off not long ago. But he was indirectly responsible for the whole shit storm you were about to find yourself in. And you would truly go to any length to protect your daughter. Even going to Butcher and telling him about her.

Taking a big leap, you got in your shitty old beaten-up Volvo and went to the small technology shop he claimed to work at. Your hold on your daughter’s hand was tight, still shaken by Homelander’s threat. One you knew was not empty, as he showed that by giving your daughter the bunny you had made her leave at home.

A red-haired man sat behind the counter of the shop and you approached him with a tight-lipped smile. “Hi.” You greeted him softly.

He looked up from the comic he read and a big smile tugged at his lips when he met your gaze. “Hello, what can I help you with?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows.

You took a deep breath and your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. “Umm…I’m here because of an employee of yours, Hugh Campbell.” You explained to him as your lips pulled into a tight smile again.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hughie quite a few days ago,” he informed you with a shake of his head as he set his comic aside.

“Oh.” You muttered softly, feeling your hope at finding Butcher, deflating. Your eyes darted around for a second as you thought of something else and when you did, your gaze returned to the man. “Is there any way I can get his phone number?” You pleaded softly.

“I can’t give that out.” The man informed you as he pursed his lips and shook his head.

You sighed softly as you prepared yourself to stoop lower than you had ever before. You turned to your daughter, offering her a small smile. “Baby, can you go over there for a second?” You asked as you pointed at a shelf just a few feet away. Far enough for her not to hear you but close enough for you to see her. When she nodded and walked away, you turned to the man and leaned in a little closer over the counter. “Look…that’s his daughter.”You muttered softly as you nodded your head, Willow. “I really need to talk to him…to tell him.”

You could not for the life in you, believe how low you were stooping in your time of desperation. Claiming another man the father of your child when you couldn’t even tell her real father about her. How you were going to explain any of this to Butcher if you did manage to find him, you still didn’t know.

The man’s eyes squinted as he glanced at the little girl who looked nothing like Hughie. And then his gaze returned to you. “He doesn’t have kids,” he replied as he shook his head.

“He doesn’t know.” You muttered softly as you shook your head before giving him a look of desperation. “I’ve been looking for him for years.” You muttered as you sighed softly, wiping at the non-existent tears in your eyes as you lowered your gaze. “Please…”

The man stared at you silently for a second before sighing softly. He didn’t get paid enough to care and he didn’t know Hughie that good to care either. “Fine,” he muttered as he typed at his computer for a second before writing down a number on a piece of paper, handing it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said, offering him a small smile as you took the paper from him. You turned to your daughter, holding out your hand. “Baby, let’s go.” You called out and she ran over to you, taking your hand.

You were extremely aware of your surroundings as you made your way to the nearest gas station you could find, taking your daughter into the bathroom before pulling out your phone. You couldn’t risk going home to have this conversation, not with the knowledge that Homelander had been in your home and was already suspicious of you.

You dialed the number with trembling fingers and Hughie answered on the second ring. “Hello?” He hesitantly called out in confusion, not recognizing the number.

“Hi, is this Hughie?” You questioned softly as you ran a shaky hand through your hair, your gaze on your daughter as she walked the lines of the tiled bathroom floor to entertain herself.

There was silence on the other end of the line and you feared he was going to end the call, but then he hesitantly spoke up again. “Whose this?” he questioned.

“Y/n.” You replied softly before taking a deep breath. “Is Butcher there?” You asked as you closed your eyes for a brief second.

There was shuffling and soft mutters on the other end of the line before a gruff voice called out to you. “Hello?” Butcher spoke and you could hear the confusion in his voice. Of course he was confused, not too long ago you yelled at him and told him to fuck off.

“Billy.” You breathed out softly as tears filled your eyes. “I think I’m in trouble.” You whispered as you sniffed.

Butcher couldn’t hide his anger or bitterness. “Tought ya told me to fuck off?” he questioned in a low voice.

You sighed deeply as you ran a hand through your hair again, eyes briefly darting towards your daughter who was in her own little world. “Billy…look, I’m in shit because of you.” You told him, you voice giving away how scared and frustrated you were.

There was silence for a second before he grunted. “I’ll send ya our location,” he said before ending the call and a few seconds later, a pin location was sent from the unsaved number. You closed your eyes, placing your hand over them as your tears began to slip and you bit back hard on the sob that wanted to slip from your lips. You were backed up so far into the corner you had made for yourself. You knew you were fucked, one way or another.

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #billy butcher imagine #homelander

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writing0305 · 5 months

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Something new.

Paring: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: Billy has taken a liking to you since the day you joined the boys. You were just as taken with him. But neither of you acted on these feelings until Billy found you and Hughie on the couch, drunk and giggling while sitting far too close.

Warning: Heavy swearing. That's all, I think???

But despite that Butcher liked that you would go to the extremes, after a while he wouldn’t allow you to to the extremes anymore. He grew oddly protective over you. He wouldn’t allow you to take the big risks and whenever a mission grew risky, he’d either pull you out or stick you with him, so he could protect you.

The leader of the boys was oddly taken with you the second you joined the boys. Your brother had been killed by Homelander and you shared the same burning anger and need for vengeance as Butcher did. That’s one of the reasons he was so taken with you. Because you couldn’t draw the line either. You didn’t know when enough was enough either.

Everyone quickly got used to this new soft side Butcher showed you and you only. They didn’t care to question it, because he would absolutely rip into them for it. But it was often a topic of discussion around the boys.

You didn’t mind all the attention Butcher gave you. Because you were head over fucking heels in love with the man almost from the moment you met. Butcher was undeniably attractive and even his gruffness with others made you swoon because he was never like that with you. It was such a special feeling, knowing someone who hated fucking everyone, had a soft spot just for you.

But neither you nor Butcher ever acted on your feelings towards one another. Neither of you even acknowledges them out loud. Butcher wasn't sure if he’d ever act on them, still scarred from losing Becca. But one night changed his attitude and put an urgency on him to make you his.

You were in the basement of a laundromat, your new hideout with the boys after you became extremely wanted people by the police, the government, special forces, and Vaught. It was late and MM, Kamiko, and Frenchy had gone off to bed. You were sitting on the couch with Hughie, sharing a bottle of wine.

Butcher could hear your whispered voices and soft giggles as he stepped down into the dark basement. Only the screen of the TV gave a little light and he could see how unintentionally close you and Hughie sat together.

He flipped on the lights, quirking an eyebrow as both you and Hughie turned your heads to look at him. "What. the. fuck. is going on in er?" He questioned as he took slow strides towards you, his gaze flicking between you and Hughie.

Hughie offered Butcher a drunken smile. “Just having a chat.” He slurred as his head lulled to the side. “Did you know Y/n has…Y/n has never been on a rollercoaster?” he asked, letting out a soft burb followed by a giggle.

“Yeah,” Butcher replied with a curt nod of his head as he stared at Hughie before turning to you. “How much you gave him luv?” He questioned as he quirked an eyebrow, nodding towards Hughie.

You stifled a laugh as you shook your head. “Two glasses of wine.” You mused before turning to Hughie who still giggled. “Let’s get you to bed.” You said, slinking his arm around your shoulder. You grunted as you got up from the couch, pulling Hughie with you.

Butcher’s gaze silently watched you as you helped Hughie to the bedroom he shared with Frenchy The basement was small but at least there were three separate bedrooms. One for Hughie and Frenchy, MM and Butcher, and one for you and Kamiko. There was very little privacy in the basement.

You returned after managing to get Hughie in his bed and Butcher was still standing rooted to his spot, his fist clenched by his side. “You want a glass?” You asked as you went to sit down on the couch, grabbing the half-full wine bottle and holding it up.

“Nah,” he replied with a shake of his head as he slowly approached the couch, sitting down with a soft huff. "So, what's going on between you and Hughie recently?” He asked as he turned to you with quirked eyebrows. “You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden." He muttered.

“Nothing’s going on between us.” You muttered softly with a shake of your head as you glanced at Butcher before taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle.

“Yeah?” He hummed softly as his eyebrows remained quirked. “Is that why you two were in er giggling like school girls with a crush?” He asked as he wiggled a finger around the sitting area of the basement. You could barely call it a living room.

You scoffed in amusement as you threw your head back against the couch, a smile playing on your lips. “We weren’t that bad.” You muttered as you shook your head.

“I could hear the bloody giggles from down the fuckin road.” He muttered and only then could you hear the bitterness in his voice.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your head tilted to look over at him. “What’s your problem?” You asked softly as you stared at him, confused by his attitude.

Butcher silently stared at you for a second before sighing, pursing his lips tightly. “You know, I’ll take that drink now luv.” He said as he held his hand out, motioning for you to hand him the bottle of wine.

You handed him the bottle, silently watching him as he took a few big gulps from the crimson liquid. “Butcher…what’s going on?” You asked him softly as you scooted a little closer, pulling your feet up onto the couch and pressing your knees against your chest.

Butcher sighed deeply at your question, his jaw clenching. “Your mother ain’t never taught you not to poke the fuckin hornets nest?” he questioned in a low voice as he shot you a side-eyed look before taking another gulp of the wine.

“Why are you being a cunt?” You asked as you raised your eyebrows, your head tilting to the side as your lips pulled into a thin line.

Butcher’s head snapped towards you. “Oi, where the fuck did you learn that?” he questioned as his eyes squinted at you.

You gave him a blank look as you slowly shook your head. “You.” You muttered as you stared at him.

He silently stared at you for a second before pouting out his lips. “Oh…right.” He uttered softly before taking another gulp of the wine.

You huffed softly as you reached out and took the bottle from him, putting it down on the crappy wooden coffee table in front of you. “So…why are you being a cunt?” You asked as you raised your eyebrows.

He huffed as well, staring ahead of himself as his jaw slightly clenched. “I ain’t bein' a cunt.” he muttered in a low voice.

“You are.” You argued as you nodded your head. You shifted a little closer, eyebrows furrowing and lips tugging into a frown. “Why to me?” You asked softly. Butcher was never like this with you. Never with you.

Butcher sighed softly, realizing you were right. He turned to face you, a frown tugging at his lips. “I ain’t mean to be one to you, luv.” He said softly as he shook his head, reaching out to pat your thigh in apology.

“Then tell me what’s going on?” You asked softly as your head tilted to the side again, your bottom lip slightly jutting out into a pout.

Butcher sighed deeply, reaching out for the wine and taking a few more gulps again. “You tell me what’s going on between you and Hughie.” He demanded as he pointed a finger toward you and then toward the door of Hughie’s shared bedroom.

“Me and Hughie?” You repeated in confusion before slowly shaking your head. “We’re just friends.” You insisted with a dismissive shrug of your shoulders.

He hummed as he nodded his head, raising his eyebrows at you. ”Oh are you now?” He questioned as he finished the last of the wine before tossing the bottle aside on the floor.

“The kid’s head over heels for Starlight.”You replied as a small smile tugged at your lips. What you would give to have the pure love Hughie and Annie shared. “No way in hell he’d ever be interested in me.” You scoffed with a shake of your head. You didn’t mind it though, your interests were elsewhere.

“Then he’s a dumb fuckin' cunt.” Butcher muttered softly as he shifted in his seat, leaning back on the couch with his head thrown back.

Your head shot towards him, eyebrows furrowing. “What?” You questioned softly, his words surprising and confusing you at the same time.

Butcher slowly turned his head to face you, offering you a small smile. “Anyone not interested in you luv, is a dumb cunt.” He repeated his words firmly as he kept eye contact with you.

You silently stared at him as his gaze diverted to the wall in front of him. You pursed your lips, your gaze remaining on him for a long while, not uttering a word for a while. You shifted in your seat, your head tilting to the side. “You?” You asked softly as you raised your eyebrows.

Butcher was silent for a second before his gaze met yours and he slowly shook your head. “Nah, I ain’t no dumb cunt.” He replied.

Your heart skipped a slight beat as you stared at him. You gulped as you slowly nodded your head. “You’re not.” You muttered in regonizition. You were silent for another second before your head tilted to the side again. “So…it’s jealousy then?” You asked curiously.

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you in confusion for your comment. “What?” He questioned.

“Me and Hughie.” You replied softly as you nodded your head in the direction of Hughie’s shared room. “Are…you jealous?” You asked as an amused smile tugged at your lips.

Butcher stared at you before scoffing. “No.” He muttered with a shake of his head as his gaze diverted to the wall again and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

You pursed your lips to hide your smile as you stared at him. Even after shifting closer to him so many times, there was still a lot of space between the two of you. You rolled your tongue over your teeth before letting your smile slip, the wine in your system kicking in and making you braver than usual. “Why don’t you come here and prove you’re not a dumb cunt?” You suggested.

Butcher’s head snapped towards you, his gaze darting around your face to see any sign of you pulling his leg. When he found none he let out a soft huff. “Fuckin hell.” he uttered before nearly launching towards you, grabbing onto your hair and tilting your head back as his lips pressed against yours in a hard and rough kiss. It was the start to something new between you and Butcher.

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #billy butcher imagine

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PR Stunt.

Pairing: Homelander x F!Reader.

Summary: After being a little too nice to Homelander when you joined 'The Seven', Homelander became obsessed with you and managed to get Stillwell to put you two in a relationship for a PR stunt. Your fake boyfriend shows you just how serious he is about your relationship when he catches you talking to another man at a Christmas party.

Warning: Heavy swearing. Homelander!!!!! Murder and blood.

The second you joined the seven as one of the newest members, Homelander took a liking to you. Throughout a matter of a few days and weeks, his liking became an obsession. He was always around you, making sure you were partnered with him for every mission.

The worst mistake you could make was being nice to him. You didn’t want a single thing from him, you didn’t hide anything from him, you had his back. You offered him smiles and chatted with him. And it wasn’t because you were scared of him, he knew because he’d always listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat whenever he was around.

He went so far as to go behind your back and suggest Stillwell insist you two start dating as a PR stunt. He was the world’s greatest hero and you were America’s sweetheart. The fans adored you because you were always so nice and attentive towards them.

He managed to convince Stillwell that this relationship was what the seven and Vaught needed. He spun bullshit about the relationship showing that, despite your powers, you two were still human, with real emotions and feelings. And the relationship would bring together both you and his fans. Everyone loved a little romance.

You weren’t the most enthused about it when you heard what Stillwell was proposing, but you didn’t argue and you accepted it. And that was enough to satisfy Homelander. He could always make you love him if you weren’t going to come around to it on your own.

Now it has been two months and you still didn’t show the affection he wanted when you two were in privacy. But out there, in the public eye, you were the best girlfriend you could be. You were attentive and dotting towards him. And that only fueled both his obsession and delusion.

Vaught held an end-of-the-year Christmas gala. You were dressed in your suit like all the other supes. A suit Ashley had managed to get you to accept. It had long sleeves and that was the only modest part of it. The black leather clung to your body, your cleave bushed up with the black corset worked into your suit and your legs exposed as your skirt fell just above midthigh.

You walked around the party, your black ankle boots thumping on the floor. You offered kind smiles and exchanged a few pleasantries with a few people. You were more than aware of Homelander’s eyes on you as you walked through the crowds of people.

One particular man, named Josh, stopped you in your tracks. He was a lower employee from Vaught. No one special as he worked with the department that ran the Seven’s social media. You chatted for a while and you could almost feel the heat of Homelander’s eyes on your skin.

After departing from the man, you made a quick trip to the bathroom. As you stepped out of the stall, you caught sight of Homelander standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He looked completely pissed, his eyes dead and his jaw clenched.

I offered him a small smile. “Pretty sure this is the ladies' room.” You tried to joke with him as you approached the sink, washing your hands. You kept your gaze on your hands, feeling nervous about why the man was pissed.

“I know.” He muttered in a low voice. You listened to his footsteps and your gaze flicked up to the mirror, watching as he came to stand behind you, meeting your gaze through the mirror. “Came looking for you,” he told you.

“You found me.”You spoke up softly, your small smile remaining as a precaution to not piss him off further. You turned off the water and grabbed a few paper towels to dry your hands. “What’s up?” You questioned as you threw the paper towels away before turning to him.

He silently stared at you for a second, his top lip twitching into a snarl. “Who was that?” he questioned in a low voice as he quirked an eyebrow.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your head tilted to the side. “Who was who?” You asked softly, truly not knowing who he was referring to.

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me.” He snapped harshly and you gasped, startled by his sudden outburst. Since the day you met, Homelander always put his best foot forward and tried hard to push away this side of him. “We both know you’re a smart girl so use your fucking head.” He muttered in a low voice as he took a few steps towards you.

Your heartbeat sped up for a second and Homelander noticed. You slowly backed away, bumping against the sink behind you. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You admitted softly as you shook your head.

He took a long stride towards you and grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, yanking you closer to him. That’s one thing Homelander enjoyed about you. You weren’t fragile and he didn’t have to be gentle. “The fucking man you were talking to.” He gritted out, his face inches away from yours.

Your eyes went a little wide as you stared at him. “I don’t who he is…he works for the social media crew.” You uttered all you knew about the man you had one brief conversation with.

“Josh.” Homelander gritted out, and you recognized it as the name of the man you were talking with.

A look of realization crossed your face as you stared at the tall and broad blonde in front of you, his grip still tight on you. “You were listening.” You muttered softly as you inhaled deeply.

“Of course, I was listening.” He snarled as he pulled your face closer to his. “Someone talks to my girl, I want to fucking know about what.” He muttered in a low voice, tilting your head back so that you could look up at him.

“He was just making friendly conversation.” You muttered softly with a sigh as you reached up to grip onto his wrist, your nails digging into his skin so hard, that if he was human, he’d have lasting nail marks.

His free hand gripped onto your hip, a hold that would bruise if you were a mere human. He shoved you back against the sink. “His cock was hard as a fucking rock while talking to you.” He gritted out, his nostrils flaring as he stared at you, searching for fear in your eyes but finding none. You were careful, but not scared.

“We just talked.” You assured him softly as one of your hands moved from his wrist up to gently cup his cheek as you pursed your lips.

“You shouldn’t be talking to other fucking men.” He snapped as he let go of your jaw and waist and took a step back from you, his nostrils still flaring as he glared at you with cold blue eyes. But no matter how cold his eyes were, you were lucky they were still blue and not red.

“That is not your decision to make.” You muttered in a low voice as you shook your head. You ran a hand over your leather-clad waist and turned towards the door to leave.

Homelander grabbed onto your arm, stopping you right in your tracks and forcing you to turn around and face him. “Yes, it is.” He gritted out in a low voice as he glared down at you. “You are mine, not fucking Josh’s.” He spat as he yanked you against his chest, leaning down to smell your hair. He always loved your scent so much. It was intoxicating.

Your eyes squinted as you stared at him, your eyebrows also furrowing. “This isn’t a real relationship.” You reminded him softly.

“No!” he screamed as he let go of you once again, startling you as you jumped back. “It is!” he insisted in a firm voice. “It fucking is!” He huffed before reaching out and grabbing your jaw again, pulling you an inch away from his face. “If I catch you near another man ever again…” he whispered, letting the warning hang in the air.

He turned around and walked out of the bathroom. You let out a huff of breath, running a hand over your hair as you briefly closed your eyes for a second. You ran a hand over your waist again before stepping out of the bathroom and rejoining the party.

Twenty minutes in, Homelander approached you as you talked with a rather large crowd of people. He had been gone since he stepped out of the bathroom and you were surprised to see him.

You didn’t bat an eye as he wrapped one arm around your waist, offering you a smile and kiss on the side of the head. You heard a few ‘awe’s’ and clicks of cameras as you adoringly leaned into his side, a bright smile on your face.

“Sweetheart, we should get going,” he informed you as he looked down at you. While everyone saw an adoring boyfriend being sweet with his girl, you saw a man forcing a smile with a look of warning in his eyes.

You let out a little chuckle as you turned a little in his hold and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Shouldn’t we stay a little longer?” You asked as your head tilted to the side, your voice friendly.

“No, we’re leaving.” He said with a shake of his head, his smile remaining on his lips. He took your hands in his and began walking. You followed for a second but stopped in your tracks when you reached the doors leading outside. “We’re leaving, Y/n.” He repeated himself firmly and yanked at your hand before he began walking again.

You followed him outside, your smile returning to your lips when you were met with the paparazzi outside. You wrapped your free arm around his arm that held onto your hand, leaning adoringly into his side.

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when he steered you in a different direction than the car waiting for you. “Where are we going?” You asked softly as you glanced up at him. “The car’s that way.” You muttered as you pointed in the direction of the car.

“I thought we could fly.” He replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before letting go of your hand and holding out his arms. “Come on.” He urged you on. You didn’t think about it as you let him scoop you into his arms, and cameras flashed like fucking crazy at the sight. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he took off, flying us a few buildings over. We landed on the roof and he put me down onto my feet. “Such a beautiful view, don’t you think?”

You followed his line of sight as he stared out into the distance. You were high up and could see all the lights of the city. You slowly nodded your head, ignoring the faint stench of tangy copper that lingered in the air. “Yeah, the city lights are beautiful.” You agreed as you took a few steps closer to the edge of the roof and the smell grew stronger.

He followed after you, clasping his hands together behind his back. His gaze was on you and a soft smile tugged at his lips. “Just not quite as beautiful as you.” He replied as his blue eyes lingered on you.

Your nose scrunched up as your gaze began to dart around. “What’s that smell?” You asked softly as the familiar stench filled your nostrils.

Homelander turned his head to look at you, a wide grin spreading onto his lips. “You know what smell it is.” he insisted with a slow nod of his head. “Can you smell that tangy copper hint in the air?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted at him. “What did you do?” You asked in a low voice.

“Go take a look.” he insisted as he nodded his head in the direction of the ledge, his smile growing ever wider.

You silently stared at him for a second before hesitantly walking in the direction he nodded in. The smell grew stronger and your eyebrows furrowed. You peered over the ledge, eyes widening at the sight on the balcony below.

It was a complete blood bath. Limps and guts were lying all over the balcony floor. The head of the man you were talking to, Josh, was presented on the glass patio table and turned to face you. He had a look of horror stuck on his lifeless face. “What the fuck…” You whispered as your lips parted in shock.

You let out a startled gasp when Homelanded placed his hands on your shoulders, standing inches behind you. “See sweetheart…that’s what happens to someone who wants what is mine.” He whispered in your ear. “I don’t share, Y/n.”

You slowly turned around to face him, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. “You killed him…” You muttered in disbelief as you stared up at Homelander.

“And I’ll kill every other man who wants you.” He replied with a nod of his head as he reached out to cup your cheek. “Is that understood?” He asked softly as his thumb brushed over your cheek. When you remained silent, his hand moved from your cheek to grab onto your jaw. “Fucking answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes.” You replied softly as you stared up at him, coming to realize what a fucking big mistake it was to be so overly friendly.

“Good.”He replied as a soft smile tugged at his lips and his hand returned to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. He sighed softly as he shook his head. “We can’t let them ruin what we have, Y/n.” He said softly as his head tilted to the side. “Don’t you agree?”

You silently stared at him for a second, offering a small smile as you nodded. “Yes.” You replied softly and he pulled you into his embrace. Your smile slowly slipped as your head rested against his chest. What the fuck did you get yourself into?

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #the boys imagine #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x y/n #homelander x you #homelander imagine

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The repeated cycle.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You have an on and off again relationship with Billy and on the off days, you both find comfort in other people's arms. After five off days, spending your time with another man, Billy shows up at your apartment,

Warning: Heavy swearing(It's Billy Butcher!!) Also, Billy Butcher. Toxic relationship.

No one really knew or understood what that something was. Sometimes you didn’t either. You and Billy fucked. A lot. And he had this strange soft spot for you with a mix of extreme protectiveness. But you two also fought. A lot.

Your relationship with Billy Butcher was a very complicated one. Ever since you joined the boys in their spiraling path for vengeance against the supes, all fueled by Billy’s own anger towards the supes, you and Billy hand something.

And whenever a big fight would hit, you two would pull away from each other. He’d bury himself in the first woman he could find and you’d find a guy to bury himself inside you. On these breaks between you and Butcher, you tended to keep one guy around instead of indulging in every guy you came across. It would last for a few days, maybe a week or two. At this time, you wouldn’t attend any meetings with the boys or go on any missions. And then Butcher would have enough and come to find you.

This was a cycle that had been repeating for a very long time. And the cycle was currently in full swing. You had been avoiding Billy and the rest of the boys after you were made to go on a mission with Kimiko as a groupie for a supe party.

It was a standard mission. You two were only meant to get some information and record a few faces and conversations that could ruin one's image. Then one of them copped a feel and you saw red. You didn’t take your anger out on the supe, but rather on Butcher for making you go into that filthy place. You knew you were a better match against Butcher than the supe.

Harsh words were exchanged between the two of you. You slapped Billy, he knocked over a table and called you a cunt. You left and five days later none of them has heard or seen you since. Frenchy and Hughie showed up at your apartment once, trying to get you to come back. But you were too stubborn and would only come back once you received an apology from Butcher.

Your five days were spent with a man named Marcus. He was tall and lean with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked too fucking much like Homelander to you. But he was a good fuck and he was nice so you looked past it.

Your days with Marcus were only spent inside your apartment. While Butcher wasn’t coming to your apartment to come get you, you were well aware he was most likely looking for you and keeping an eye out for you. You couldn’t risk leaving your apartment, especially not with Marcus on your arm.

Now you were currently sitting on your old brown leather couch, staring blankly at the TV as Marcus watched one of Homelander’s old supe movies. He loved the supes and thought they were the good guys. And with his resemblance to the leader of the seven, he idolized the man.

“So I was thinking we could go to the movies tonight?” Marcus suggested as he glanced over at you, quirking an eyebrow with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You breathed in softly as you looked at him from the other side of the couch, your feet tugged onto the edge of the couch, knees pressed to your chest. For the past five days, you’ve been trying to avoid the topic of going out into the public with him “Oh…you want to go out?” You asked softly as you raised your eyebrows, pursing your lips.

He slowly nodded his head as he gave you a half-hearted shrug. “We’re always cooped up in your apartment,” he muttered softly as he waved a hand over your small apartment.

You sighed softly as you nodded while getting up to your feet, busying your hands with cleaning the takeaway trash on the coffee table. “Yeah…well there’s reasons.” You muttered softly.

Marcus stared at you, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes squinted. “Why are you so scared of being seen out with me?” he questioned as his gaze followed you when you made your way into the kitchen to toss the trash.

“Why are you pushing this so much?” You questioned with a huff as you turned towards him, crossing your arms over your chest. “We’re just fucking, not dating.” You uttered with a shake of your head as you shrugged your shoulders.

You were scared enough of Butcher finding you with Marcus, that you were prepared to be an unnecessary bitch to the man. It was for his safety at the end of the day. As a few years prior, Butcher beat one of your flings to a pulp when he grabbed your ass in front of Butcher.

“Then why the fuck am I over here all the time even when we don’t fuck?” Marcus questioned as he raised his eyebrows, pausing his movie as he got up to his feet and turned towards you, hands resting on his hips.

You sighed softly. For the past five days, you and Marcus didn’t just fuck. You hung out, ate shitty takeaways, and watched shitty movies. You chatted and relaxed together, having a few beers and getting downright drunk before passing out. By no means did you have feelings for him, but a part of you enjoyed his company in the absence of Butcher in your life.

“Look…I’m not the relationship type girl.” You muttered softly as you shrugged your shoulders again, pursing your lips as you stared at him.

He silently stared back at you for a second before slowly nodding his head. “With me.” He replied just as your phone began ringing.

You gave your phone a quick glance, swiping the red button on Butcher’s name before turning your attention back to Marcus. “What?” You questioned as your eyebrows furrowed. Your phone rang again and you rolled your eyes as you put it on silent before placing it on a nearby side table.

“You don’t want to be in a relationship with me,” Marcus replied as he pointed at himself while taking a step closer to you.

You sighed again. “Can we not do this right now?” You asked softly with a shake of your head. Your attention was drawn towards your phone as your screen lit up with the silent call from Butcher.

Marcus followed your gaze, eyebrows furrowing as the screen changed to your background image of you, Frenchie, Hughie, and Kimiko, before flashing with the caller ID once again.

“Whose calling you?” he asked as his gaze turned towards you.

“Work.” You replied as your lips pulled into a tight line and you grabbed your phone and swiped the red button once again. A second later, Butcher’s caller ID popped right back up again. He truly had no end.

Marcus quirked an eyebrow at you. “You’re not going to answer your work call?” He questioned as his head tilted to the side.

You shook your head as you pursed your lips. “No, the boss is a cunt.” You muttered softly as you swiped the red button on yet another call. A mere second later, there was a loud knock at your front door. More like a bang. Your blood ran cold as your body tensed.

Marcus looked over at the door, eyebrows furrowing. “Whose that?” He asked as he turned to you, raising his eyebrows.

You sighed deeply. “Speak of the cunt and he appears like the fucking devil.” You huffed as you ran a frustrated hand through your hair, refusing to take even a step closer to the door, knowing fully well who was on the other side.

There was another bang against the door again. “Y/n, open the door before I break it down, yeah?” Butcher called out from the other side, his voice deadly calm. Too fucking calm that it sent a chill down your spine.

You took a deep breath, sending a weary glance at Marcus before slowly walking towards the door. You opened it barely an inch and popped your head out. “Butcher.” You muttered curtly as you stared at him, keeping a strong hold on your front door, knowing he was going to try and push his way inside. “What do you want?” You questioned as you quirked an eyebrow.

Butcher stared at you, his head tilting to the side. Already you could tell he was suspicious of you. You never restricted him from entering your apartment. “I’ve been callin',” he muttered in a low voice.

You hummed as you nodded your head. “Yeah, I saw.” You replied softly.

Butcher silently stared at you for a second before he quirked an eyebrow. “You gonna let me in, luv?” he questioned, his voice still low and his eyes still suspicious.

You stared back at him, your lips pulling into a tight line. “I…can’t.” You uttered as you slowly shook your head.

Butcher’s chin tilted up as he stared down at you, his gaze turning a little cold. “Let me in,” he demanded in a low voice as he pressed his hand against the door, not pushing against it, but his eyes held a warning that he would push it open if you didn’t open it for him before his patience ran out.

You inhaled sharply as you decided to stand your ground. “No.” You refused, your voice firm as you shook your head.

Butcher inhaled sharply, his head tilting to the side again. “I swear, I’ll break down the fuckin' door,” he warned as he gave you a sharp look, that held more of a promise than a threat in them.

You made the mistake of looking over your shoulder at Marcus, who was silently listening to the whole conversation between you and Butcher. The small crack you had opened the door to, didn’t allow Butcher to see into your apartment, but the small action of looking back over your shoulder, told him someone was in there with you.

”Right now is really not a good time.” You muttered with a shake of your head as your gaze returned to Butcher.

He hummed as he nodded his head before pushing your door. “I don’t care, luv,” he replied in a low voice. His strength was for more than yours and you stumbled back with the force he pushed the door open. You inhaled sharply as he stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind him, his attention immediately on Marcus. “Well, who the fuck is this?” Butcher asked as he turned his face towards you, quirking an eyebrow.

You pursed your lips as you kept your gaze on Butcher. “This is Marcus.” You replied softly.

“Marcus.” Butcher repeated with a slow nod of his head before his gaze drifted towards the blonde. He took slow strides towards Marcus and you followed behind him. “What the fuck you doing here, Marcus?” He questioned as he quirked an eyebrow.

Marcus stared at Butcher, his eyes slightly wide. He was visibly intimidated by the larger man in front of him. “Hanging out with Y/n…” he replied as his gaze darted towards you for a split second.

Butcher hummed as he nodded his head, his lips tugging into his usual side smirk. “Oh, that what you call fuckin' nowadays?” He questioned as he glanced at you over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows.

You inhaled and sighed deeply as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you here, Butcher?” You questioned as your head tilted to the side.

Butcher took a few quick strides towards you. His actions were fast and sharp, enough to make anyone flinch away from him. But you knew, no matter what or how pissed off he was, he’d never hurt you. So you stood completely still, even when he lowered his face inches away from yours.

“Because you ain’t answering yer fuckin phone.” He muttered in a low voice as he glared down at you. “Too busy blowing Marcus here? Giving him a nice handy?” he questioned as he wrapped his hand into a fist and made suggestive movements with it as he nodded his head back at Marcus.

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that,” Marcus said as he took one step forward but immediately took two steps back when Butcher turned his head to face the tall blonde.

“You ain’t in this conversation,” Butcher muttered as his head slightly tilted to the side. “Cunt.” he added with a huff.

“Billy.” You snapped at the man in front of you, eyebrows deeply furrowed as a frown tugged at your lips.

Butcher’s attention turned back to you. His head tilted to the side again and he stared at you silently for a second. “You fucking him?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

You stared up at him, jaw clenching as you nodded your head without hesitation. “Yeah, I am.” You replied, with a challenging look in your eyes.

A low growl-like sound escaped from the back of his throat as he glared down at you before completely turning around to face Marcus. “Right, get out before I break both your fucking legs, Marcus.” He demanded as he pointed his thumb toward the front door.

“You can’t kick me out.” Marcus huffed with a shake of his head as he crossed his arms over his chest and you raised your eyebrows, eyes darting towards Butcher as you pursed your lips. As if Marcus wasn’t already in danger by just being here, now he was talking back to Butcher.

Butcher’s lopsided smirk returned as he took a threatening step toward Marcus. “Now is that a challenge?” He questioned and before he could take another step toward Marcus you grabbed onto his arm. You knew if he reached Marcus, your living room would turn into a blood bath.

I sighed softly as I turned to Marcus, giving him an apologetic smile. “Marcus, I’ll call you later,” I told him and his face contoured into annoyance and frustration as he realized I picked Butcher over him.

Marcus grabbed his things and made his way over to the front door. He had to pass by Butcher and the dark-haired man reached out, patting Marcus on the chest a little harder than necessary. “Cheers mate,” he said, his smirk remaining as Marcus pushed past him and rushed to the door. “Don’t go being a cunt out there,” Butcher called out as he pointed toward the man before the door slammed closed, leaving only the two of you.

You let go of Butcher's arm, huffing as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You questioned as you raised your eyebrows.

“That who you fuckin nowadays?” Butcher questioned as he began walking around the open space of your apartment, familiarizing himself with all the new things added to the place since he had last been here. “It’s a bloody downgrade,” he commented.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “From you?” You questioned as your gaze followed him around, watching him as he went through your things.

“Yeah.” He replied confidently as he turned to face you, his smirk returning to his face. “I’m a handsome devil, ain’t I?” he spoke, more of a statement than a question, his arms spreading out by his side.

“You’re a fucking devil yeah, I won’t argue with that.” You muttered with another roll of your eyes as you walked through the apartment and leaned against the small dining room table that stood between your living room and kitchen.

“Didn’t know ya fancied blondes.” He commented as he continued looking through your things. His gaze caught sight of the paused Homelander movie on your tv and he scoffed, turning to you with a ‘are you fucking serious?’ look on his face.

You rolled your eyes in response. “Yeah turns out they're less of cunts than dark-haired men.” You replied as your gaze turned to the hardwood floor beneath your feet.

Butcher approached you, planting his hands down on the table on either side of you, caging you in as he leaned down so that his face was inches away from yours. “Oh Y/n, you always know how to talk dirty to me.” He taunted with his one-sided smirk.

“You’re pissing me off, you should go.” You muttered softly as you stared up at him. Even when leaning down, he was still taller than you.

“Should I?” he questioned as he raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner and you hummed as you nodded your head. “You don’t want me to stay and show ya how much better I am than that twat?” he questioned as he nodded his head towards the door, where Marcus had just left through a few minutes ago.

You crossed your arms over your chest and squinted your eyes at him. “Are you better?” You asked in a sassy tone, as your head tilted to the side and his smirk grew wider.

“You never hid me away in ya apartment.” he reminded you as he reached out and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and you fought the urge to lean into his touch.

“You never gave me much of a choice, did you?” You muttered as you quirked an eyebrow at him. You wouldn’t even be able to attempt to hide Butcher away in your apartment. Like he forced his way into your apartment, he forced himself into every aspect of your life. When you two were together, or whatever you could call it, he was like glue stuck to your side.

“Ya never protested.” He replied as he pushed himself away from the table and crossed his arms over his chest, but he didn’t move away from yoy, still standing close enough that you couldn’t escape him.

“If you’re not here to apologize, you can fuck off.” You spat at him as your jaw clenched and your gaze turned cold.

“Apologize?” He repeated as his eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. “For fuckin what?” he questioned with a huff.

“Sending me and Kamiko into the fucking supe orgy.” You snapped as you shoved his chest while huffing in anger and frustration. But Butcher didn’t budge. He remained rooted in his spot as he stared down at you.

He sighed softly and pursed his lips. “Y/n, I wouldn’t have sent ya in there if I didn’t think ya could handle yourself.” He muttered softly.

“That’s not an apology .” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the table, standing toe to toe with Butcher. The look in your eyes was enough to let him know you wouldn’t accept anything but an apology.

“Fine.” he sighed as he rolled his eyes. “I’m fuckin sorry, yeah?” He apologized. It was a shitty-mannered apology. But it was Billy, and he rarely fucking apologized for anything, so it was still something. “I’m sorry luv,” he muttered softly as he reached out can cupped your cheek.

You sighed as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. “I hate you so much, Billy.” You whispered and he hummed softly as he nodded his head. He understood and he knew why, and he hated the fact, he hated himself for making you feel this way. But he couldn’t change his ways, no matter how hard he tried. But he couldn’t let you go either, he couldn’t accept the thought of losing you.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Like always, like every time the cycle repeated, you accepted his kiss. Because you were no better than Butcher. You’d accept all his bullshit as long as you had him. Because you couldn’t accept the thought of losing him either.

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #the boys imagine #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #billy butcher imagine

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Prompts.

Fluff.

“If you tell me what happened I can fix it. Whatever it is.”

2. "This cake reeks of resentment and bitterness." - "When we get to the party I'm going to need you to stop talking like that."

3. "Nothing could ever change how I feel for you."

4."I think I might love you."

5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."

6. “Can… can I have a hug? Please?”

7. “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.”

8. "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

9. "You know, ever since I saw you that day, I haven't stop thinking about you."

10. "Everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still."

11. "Glad to see that you decided to show up." - "I knew you'd be bored without me here."

12. "This may not mean much to you, but I have your back."

13. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

14. "You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good thing?" - "It’s… It’s comforting."

16. "I trust you. More than anyone else."

17. "I would do anything to keep her safe."

18. "You put a blanket over me when I was sleeping? What are we, an old married couple?"

Angst.

"The only thing about you that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint."

2. "You couldn't live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Yeah, right back to me."

3. “Holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

4. “Are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

5. "I don't want to see you!" "You can't be serious."

6. "You don't answer my texts or calls, how could I not be suspicious?" "No, you just don't trust me enough!"

7. “Who was that?”

8. “Just a friend, huh?”

9. “You two are so close, it’s adorable.”

10. "You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down"

11. “Please, tell me this isn't your blood.”

12. “You were never going to tell me, were you?”

13. "I get everything I want"

14. "Get the fuck away from me."

15. "I don't know why I am upset about this so much. I never even liked him!"

16. "You know what's the saddest part? There was a time that I would've forgiven you if you just showed a little remorse. No more, though. I'm no longer a fool."

17. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

18. "... who did this to you?"

19. "...who's this?"

20. "What. the. fuck. is going on in here?"

21. "I need answers and I need them now."

22. "So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

23. "Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you."

24. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” - “I mean, I’m fine so it’s okay—” - “No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.“

25. "You lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

26. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

27. “You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”

28. “I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”

29. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. "

30. "I wouldn't do that if i were you. "

31. “They would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em”

32. "You have no morals, you know that?" - "Morals will get you killed someday, dear.”

33. “Have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?”

34. “How did you do that?”

35. ”Where were you last night?”

36. “He deserves to die after what he did to you. And I’ll bring it to him.”

37. “She's my date. Fuck off.”

38. “Why was he talking to you?”

39. “You won't go anywhere with him.”

40. “He touches you again and I won't guarantee you I won't kill him immediately.”

41. “You go near him ever again and I'll kill him.”

42. “Whether you like it or not, you're safest with me.”

43. “Yeah, I killed him! He used to hit you! What did you expect me to do?! Leave him alone?”

44. "I didn’t know where else to go. "

45. "Clean yourself up. You're getting blood all over the place."

46. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Pregnancy/Children.

“Our babies would be so cute.” - “Oh, yeah?”

2. “Wait- we’re having a baby?”

3. “Heartbeats? Plural? There’s more than one?!”

4. “That baby is lucky to have you as a mother.”

5. “Your child has been kicking me all day.”

6. “You’re doing so well sweetheart. Just a few more weeks. My superwoman.”

7. “Go easy. You are carrying my child.”

8. "Of course I'm pregnant! Can't you see that?" - "Well, I didn't want to assume and be rude."

9. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

10. "Well, we both made that baby." - "Don't remind me."

11. “I have a kid?”

12. “He/she’s mine too.”

13. “Anyone fucking hurts my kid again, I’ll kill them.”

14. “I have a right to be in my kids life.”

15. “How could you hide this from me?”

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