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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 2: The Only Man In The Sky

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"You sure you wanna go see her?" Bethany asked me after I called her on the phone the next day. "Not really but...it must be important if she's contacting me." I said. "I'm not sure if I like it." Bethany said and I giggled. "I'll be okay, Mom." I laughed, sarcastically. "Hey, I know you can handle yourself but...I still worry." Bethany said. "I appreciate it." I said as I pace along the living room.

*3rd Person POV*

M.M. hears a knocking at his door and he goes to answer it. He opens it and sees Butcher standing there, his hands behind his back, and he lets out a sigh. “All right, mate?” Butcher asked him and Janine, M.M.’s daughter comes up next to her father. “Bloody hell, Janine. You shot up. You remember your Uncle Billy, don't you?” He asked and the girl stares at him before nodding, slightly.

”Here. I got this for you.” Butcher said as he pulls out a box of a Lego set of Vought tower. “You and your dad can build it together. 523 pieces of family fun.” Butcher said and M.M. glares at him.

Later, Janine starts on working on the Lego set while Butcher and M.M. talk. “Okay, one, you don't just pop up here. You call first. And, two, eff Soldier Boy. I don't give a mothereffin' doo-doo how he checked out.” M.M. argued. “Ah, bollocks. He didn't die like no hero. I'll wager he went out on his knees, begging like a right cսոt.” Butcher said. “What the f...” M.M. grumbles then he exhales a she gesture to his daughter, who heard them. “Sorry, love.” Butcher tells her then he continues to talk, quietly.

”Look, if there's a weapon out there that killed Soldier Boy, then it can kill Homelander. And that's got to be worth something. Now, we're working our way through his old team. Frenchie and Kimiko are starting with the Crimson Countess, and I'm gonna hit up Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Butcher said. “Sounds like you got everything covered.” M.M. said. “This ain't just anyone. It's Soldier Boy. You could close the book on him once and for all. For your dad. Your family.” Butcher said.

”Fuck off with that shit.” M.M. growls then he starts to breath, heavily, before he continues. “My father died hunched over a desk, obsessing over a dead man, while he was ignoring his two living children. And I almost did the same thing to her.” M.M. said as he gestures to his daughter and Butcher looks over at her then back at his old friend.

”Thanks for coming by.” M.M. said and Butcher sighs. “You're doing a bang-up job with her, mate.” Butcher said and he goes to leave but then M.M. sighs. “Butcher, hold on a second. I might have one thing.” He said then he goes to his room and into his closet and pulls out a file that his father had on Soldier Boy.

Meanwhile, (y/n) and Bethany enter Voughtland and see all the kids running around, laughing and screaming, as their parents try to keep up with them or buy them the overpriced food and merchandise. “It’s crazy here.” Bethany said as her and (y/n), who was wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood up, walk along the park. “Yeah, Vought has gone more chaotic with The Seven than they did with Payback.” (Y/n) mutters as they walk.

“You jealous?” Bethany asked her and (y/n) scoffs. “Fuck no.” She said and Bethany laughs as they go to the theater, where there was a poster that advertised the showing of Soldier Boy’s life. (Y/n) stops and stares at it as a memory pops up in her head.

Flashback

*(y/n)’s POV*

It had been months since Ben and I were sent overseas with the army to help out what we could. But we also did some film and photography for Vought as they brought a filmmaker and a photographer to get us to recreate certain moments of the war. And in between those moments or fights, Ben and I got to know each other a bit better. He was a bit cocky and full of himself and a bit rude but…he had this charm about him that I was attracted to.

And now the war was finally over and all the surviving troops were celebrating as was everyone around the world. Ben and I were sitting at the busy bar as the troops were cheering, laughing, singing and talking loudly as they all drink copious amount of beer.

I smiled at the scene, feeling relieved that this mess was all behind us. But I was also feeling dread as that meant I had to go back to my bastard of a husband. “You good?” Ben’s voice asked and I shake myself out of my thoughts and look over at him. “Yeah…just…” I laugh a bit softly. “Just still surprised that it is over.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about it.” Ben points out. “No, I’m happy it’s over. I just…” I then trail off. “You don’t want to go back home?” Ben asked me and I sighed. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him. “Yeah…” he said and I turn my head to look at him. “You know, we’ve been getting to know each other these last few months and you still haven’t told me about…Adam, was it?” Ben asked and I sighed as I take another long sip of my beer.

”Well, I’m sure you know my backstory is a load of garbage. I wasn’t born with these powers…they were forced upon me.” I explained as Ben listens to me. “My darling husband…” I sneered before I continued. “…he faked a doctor’s appointment for me when really it was for me to get a shot of Compound V and get these powers.”

Ben’s eyes widen at this then it furrows in anger. “He what?” He asked me and I scoff out a small laugh at this. “Yeah, right ol’ bastard. I wanted to divorce him when I found out but…” I stopped then take another drink. “He basically told me I couldn’t do that, be it would ruin my career before it even began.” I added and Ben did look angry after I explained.

”That son of a bitch. I should go have a word with him when we get back.” Ben said and I place a hand on his arm. “No, don’t.” I plead to him. “Why?” He asked me. “I’ve seen what happens when you have a word with people. It would just make everything worse. Besides, I don’t want to put you in any trouble.” I said and Ben raise an eyebrow at me.

“Look, let’s just enjoy this night and not worry about my failing marriage.” I said and he gives me this look then sighs. “Fine.” He mutters as he takes a sip of his beer. The rest of the night went uneventful as we enjoyed the party until it was time to get ready to head back home.

But once we got home and saw the press just swarming the airport to mainly get to me and Ben, Ben did something I was not expecting. Once we got off the plane, we waved at the press as they took many pictures and the people from the news report came out to film us. Then Ben turns to me, takes my chin to make me look at him then kissed me right there in front of God and everyone.

I hear the crowd go absolutely crazy but I was too stunned and shocked at what just happened and what is happening. And the terrible thing is I didn’t want it to end, this was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. And even though there was a part of my mind that was screaming at me to tell Ben to stop, to push him away, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So, I kissed him back and I could tell that is what he wanted me to do as I feel his lips curl up into a smile as we continued to kiss. Moments later, we break the kiss and I felt breathless once his lips were away from mine and I raise my eyes to look at him and he gives me that damn flirty grin I’ve come to like so much.

”Maybe that’ll help with your little problem.” He mutters to me before he winks then turns to the crowd as he puts an arm around my shoulders and waves at them. I stood there and I’m sure I just looked mystified and confused because my mind was running for miles as I realized what he just did.

And I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What the hell is this?!” Adam asked me as he holds up the paper the next morning. “What’s what?” I asked him. I was sitting at the table in the little kitchen area of my room at Vought Tower and Adam just came in after going out to get the paper. He slams the paper down on the table in front of me and the first thing I saw was a photo of me and Ben kissing. And the title reading: America’s Newest Sweethearts?

”How long?” Adam asked me, angrily. “How long what?” I asked him. “Don’t play dumb! Now, tell me the truth, how long have you been fucking him behind my back?!” Adam asked me and I stare at him, stunned. “Are you crazy?! I mean, is that what you actually think of me?!” I asked him then he slams his hands on the table again.

”I’ve seen the way you look at him! And I know you’re still angry with me for what I did but I never thought you’d go this low!” He yells. “Because I wouldn’t! That kiss was something Ben came up all on his own. I didn’t expect it!” I argued. “And yet, from what I heard, you didn’t reject it!” Adam shouted and I glared at him.

“It’s just a publicity stunt! To make the people go crazy, okay! It’s for the money, get over it!” I spat at him and he looks at me surprised. “Are you serious?” He asked me. “What? I thought this was what you wanted. Me being a Supe to make money for us. You know how Vought works. They’ll do anything to gain the public’s approval.” I sneered and he huffs at me.

Then he turns and starts to walk out. “Where the hell you going?” I asked him. “Out.” Adam growls as he slams the door and I scoff.

*3rd Person POV*

Ben was walking towards his room in Vought Tower, seething with anger. He had just been to see his father and showed off him being the hero. But he didn’t get the hero’s welcome he expected from his father. His father told him he wasn’t a real man, that he took a shortcut and told him he was a disappointment, probably one of the worst things a father could say to their child.

He heard a door slam but he ignored it as he makes it to the door of his room. He goes to unlock the door when he heard stomping footsteps then a voice calls out to him, in an angry tone. “You!” The voice said and Ben shuts his eyes for a moment, really not in the mood to deal with anyone.

”Look, Buddy…” Ben started to say as he looks over and sees it is Adam that is coming towards him. Adam then grabs him by the collar of his shirt then slams him up against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you can take her away from me!” Adam shouts at Ben. “I’m only gonna say this once, cocksucker. If you still want your teeth, then I suggest you let go and back away from me.” Ben threatens, in a low calm voice.

But Adam wasn’t having it. “What gives you the right to kiss (y/n) when you know she’s my wife?!” Adam asked him. “You could have any woman you want, but you go and kiss her! You can’t have (y/n), she’s mine!”

“You know what I think? I think a piece of shit like you doesn’t deserve a woman like (y/n)!” Ben growls as the sound of a door opening was heard. “And you do?!” Adam asked as hurried footsteps come up and Ben grabs Adam’s hands and shoves him towards the other side of the hall.

”Boys, stop!” (Y/n)’s voice shrieks as she gets in between the boys. Ben was about to walk towards Adam, who continued to glare at him, but (y/n) turns to Ben. “Ben, Ben, Ben….hey, hey, look at me…look at me…” she said as Ben death stared at Adam but then he looks over at (y/n).

For some weird reason, just looking at her calmed him down a little as she places her hands on his shoulder. “Ben? Since when were you two on a first name basis?” Adam asked (y/n), upset, and she turns to face him. “What does that matter? Just be grateful I’m not letting him beat you to a pulp right now!” She exclaims as she glares at her husband. The two stare at each other for a few silence moments before Adam sighs.

”You know what, (y/n)? You’re gonna get your wish.” Adam said then he walks off and (y/n) lets out a sigh before she turns to Ben, who is about to enter his room. “Ben, I am so sorry…” she started to say but Ben shakes his head. “I’m not trying to be an asshole but I really don’t want to talk right now, (y/n).” Ben grumbles and he enters his room and shuts the door.

(y/n) frowns at this as her heart felt broken then she makes her way back to her room. She shuts the door and started to burst into tears, letting out the emotions she didn’t know she was holding in. She wipes her eyes then looks over at the cabinet that held some bourbon.

She normally doesn’t drink a lot but the whole bottle of bourbon was sounding good right now. So she goes to the cabinet, grabs the bottle and begins to drink from it.

Present Day

(Y/n) continued to stare at the poster until Bethany comes up to her and places a hand on her arm. “(Y/n)?” She said and (y/n) pulls out of her thoughts and looks over at her friend. “You ready?” She asked and (y/n) sighs. “Not really…but let’s do it.” She said and they head inside the theater as does Frenchie and Kimiko.

They get inside and take a seat and Bethany pats her friend’s shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay seeing this?” She asked (y/n). “I think so.” (Y/n) mutters, unsure. The lights start to dim and the screen comes on as it starts to play the film.

"Soldier Boy grew up in the birthplace of American liberty. Born poor on the mean streets of South Philadelphia, he learned the values of hard work, tenacity and bravery. He used those values to prove America's exceptionalism to the world." The narrator of the film said as it shows various pictures of Soldier Boy's life. Then it shows a clip of Soldier Boy in the trenches with the American soldiers.

"Okay, boys, let's give these Krauts some hell." Soldier Boy said and he leads the men on out into the battlefield. (Y/n) bites her lips as she remembers those days. "He and his partner, Mystic Shade, defended us against the encroaching Red Menace." The narrator said as it goes to another clip and shows Soldier Boy and (y/n) in the Congress, which takes (y/n) by surprise as she sees herself sitting next to Soldier Boy. "Congress, we have a list right here of avowed Communists." He said as he holds up a file.

"He helped guide America into a brighter future, and along the way, he found the love of a good woman..." the narrator said as it shows Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade, their arms around each other and a smile on their faces. (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh and Bethany turns to her and places an arm around her. She gives her a concerned look but (y/n) nods, assuredly.

"...which made his sacrifice all the more noble, when he gave his life saving us from a nuclear holocaust." The narrator said as it shows a melted down nuclear power plant. Then the screen goes black. "Please join us in saluting Soldier Boy." The narrator said and there was scattered applause.

Then a spotlight comes on and the screen slides up to reveal Crimson Countess walk out onto the stage and begins to sing. “Fuckin’ hell.” (Y/n) grumbles, annoyed.

When the night was dark

And the dawn was cold

From sea to shining sea and mountains' majesty

He did it all For the red, white and the bold

'Cause he's America's son

As she sings, she brings her hands together and uses her power to shootout the red ball of energy she makes. It goes flying over head and the ball of energy explodes and engulfs the room in red light as Countess continues to sing.

A shining beacon of freedom

He's America's son

After the show, Countess was in her dressing room and was crushing up some pills as the door opens. "At your request, Countess." The voice of her manager said and Countess looks up at her mirror and sees the familiar face of her old partner. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you here, Misty." Countess said with a smile as (y/n) pulls back her hoodie.

"I mean, you're basically a recluse. Some people even think you're dead." Countess taunts as (y/n) glares at her. "What do you want, Crimson?" She asked as she folds her arms across her chest. Countess turns in her seat to look at her. "Can't I say hi to an old friend?" Countess asked. "You and I are nowhere near close enough to be considered friends." (Y/n) sneered and Countess gives a fake offended look.

"Oh, my dear, Misty...." Countess said, dramatically, and (y/n) rolled her eyes at this. She always hated it when Countess called her this name, it irritated her to no end which she figured that's why Countess does that. "Are you still mad that Ben and I dated?" Countess asked her. "I don't know...you mad that he dumped you to get back together with me?" (Y/n) asked, snarky, and Countess drops the act.

"No, actually. I really don't give a fuck." Countess said as she goes back to her table then starts to inhale some of the crushed up pills she made. "But I will say one good thing about him, he was great in the sack." Countess said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

"Why the hell am I here, Countess?" (Y/n) asked and Countess turns to her. "Well, seems like that whole Girls Get It Done shit has been a big deal lately. And I figured maybe get us girls back together from the old team." Crimson said and (y/n) glares at her.

"You know, you, me and Tessa. We could show those bitches in The Seven who the real female heroes are." Crimson said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Not just no but fuck no!" (Y/n) said and Crimson was taken aback. "Well, why not? I mean, clearly you're not doing anything! Tessa and Thomas are apparently gonna host Herogasm here in a few days and of course I've had a music career." Crimson said. "And I like it that way. I got out of Payback for a reason, Countess!" (Y/n) shouts.

"Yeah because you were becoming a washed up Supe and Ben isn't around to fuck you senseless like the dirty whore you really are!" Crimson accused and (y/n) snaps as she waves her hand and Crimson goes flying back and hits the wall, hard. (Y/n) starts to breath heavily as she glares daggers at her old partner until she looks down at her hand, which was shaking.

"You can never even begin to THINK what I've been through the last forty years!" (Y/n) growls as she glares at Crimson, who gets up. "Oh boo-hoo, you're boyfriend died and now you live all alone in some farmhouse in Kansas. Get the fuck over yourself, Misty." Crimson sneers. "Fuck you!" (Y/n) spat and the two women continue to glare at each other before (y/n) turns and heads for the door.

"Go fuck a chimp, Crimson." (Y/n) spat and she slams the door behind her, puts her hood up and walks out of the room and down the hall, passing by Frenchie and Kimiko as they get ready for their visit with Crimson Countess.

After dusting herself off of the confrontation, Countess goes to sit by her dressing table and gathers up more pills and crushes them. "Next!" Countess shouts as she goes to snort up the crushed up drugs and exhales as the door opens, Kimiko and Frenchie enter her room. "You seem a little old for the Countess Tea Package." Countess said once she looks up and notices them. "We're young at heart." Frenchie said as Kimiko comes up to Countess and holds up her phone to show her what she typed.

I like your music

"Oh, sweetie. Can't you talk?" Countess asked Kimiko after she read her message. Kimiko shakes her head, shyly, and Countess smiles at her. "Would you like to hear something new?" She asked her and Kimiko nods. "Okay." Countess said and she leads Kimiko to her laptop to bring up a music video while Frenchie is looking around the room.

Chimps don't cry

No, chimps

Don't cry...

"You know that chimps are physically incapable of crying? But that doesn't mean they're not crying on the inside." Countess said, dramatically, and she goes to look at the video while Kimiko turns to Frenchie and begins to sign language to him.

She's nice.

She's nuts!

No, she's not.

Let's get it over with!

Fine.

Kimiko then turns to Countess and grabs her. "Wh-What are you..." Countess shouts when Kimiko slams her up against the wall. "Wh-What are you...Ow!" Countess screams as Kimiko hits her. "Don't let her hands touch!" Frenchie shouts and Kimiko separates Countess' hands. "Ow! Let go of me, you bitch." Countess shouts as Frenchie comes up next to her while Kimiko holds her up against the wall.

"No fireball if your hands don't touch, oui? You stay quiet and relax. She will hurt you." Frenchie tells her. "What do you want?" Countess asked him. "We want to know about Soldier Boy." Frenchie said. "What the fսck do you care about Soldier Boy?" Countess asked, confused. "We want the truth about Soldier Boy, not the merde you've been giving us in your appalling show. How did he die? Who killed him? Talk." Frenchie demands.

"The show is the truth, mοthеrfսckеr." Countess said as there was another knock and the door opens as a kid and her parents come in. "He died a hero." Countess tells them just as they hear the family coming in.

Seizing the opportunity, Countess knocks Kimiko off of her then runs out of the room. Frenchie and Kimiko then chase after her as she runs out of the building and out into the park.

Countess shoves people out of the way then turns around to see Frenchie and Kimiko still gaining up on her. She stops, brings her hands together and shoots her fireball at the duo but they duck and the fireball hits the man in the Homelander costume, making blood and guts explode everywhere.

People and children began to scream but with some of the people near the mascot were protected by a force field. Frenchie and Kimiko jumped back at this as kids and adults scream, cry and run as does Countess.

Frenchie turns around and sees the white hoodie woman again, her arms were stuck out in front of her. They share a look before the woman lowers her arms and runs the opposite direction and it suddenly clicked with him who she was. "Putain de merde! That was Mystic Shade!" Frenchie said as Kimiko looks in time to see the woman run then signs at him.

Should we go after her?

"Butcher said he was gonna deal with her." Frenchie said as he takes her arm and Kimiko looks around to see a few kids still looking frighten and distraught at the man in the Homelander mascot costume, or what was left of him, before she and Frenchie leave the park.

*(y/n)’s POV*

Bethany pulls up to my house as I sigh. “You okay?” She asked me, for what had to be the hundredth time. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…wasn’t expecting any of that.” I said. “It looked like she was attacking those two people. Did you see them?” Bethany asked me and I nod.

“But I don’t know why. That’s what’s bugging me.” I said as I think. “Well, I’ll talk to you later.” I said as I get out of her car. “Okay…” Bethany said as I shut her car door and head into my house.

I entered the house and give a sigh of relief before I head to the kitchen. “You have a lovely house.” A male voice, with a cockney accent, greets and I jumped a bit to see a man with black hair, a beard, jeans, black shirt and a long black leather jacket, sitting at my kitchen table.

”Who the hell are you?” I asked him, angrily. “Billy Butcher, love.” He introduces as he nods to me and I realized this is the man that Maeve told me she was working with on capturing out of control Supes. “I just thought I’d pop by and ask you a few questions.” Butcher asked me as I go over to my liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of whiskey.

”I thought I told Maeve that I didn’t want to be bothered.” I said with a growl as I grab a couple of glasses. “She did tell me that but…I thought different.” Butcher tells me and I glare over at him. “So, from what I understand, you and Soldier Boy were close, right?” Butcher asked me and I begin to pour a glass of whiskey. “Okay, to save you time, yes, Soldier Boy and I were a thing. We had been on and off through out the years. In hindsight, we kept breaking up because of just stupid petty stuff but he would always find a way to win me back. Anything else you want me to answer, re-read that file I gave to Maeve.” I tell him.

”Well, before I go, there’s something I want you to elaborate on.” He said and I sighed, realizing this man is not gonna leave, and I pick up the second glass. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I hold up the whiskey bottle. “Oh, how very courteous of you.” Butcher said, in a bit of a surprised tone.

”Just being a good host, even if you were a surprise guest.” I said as I pour him a drink. Then I pick up my glass and his glass and I walk over to the table and hand him his glass. “Thank you.” He said and he takes a sip.

”Maeve’s told me about your rivalry with Homelander and how you think all Supes are bad. But I will tell you this, Mr Butcher, not all of us are like Homelander. I know you don’t want to hear it but it’s the truth. All I want is to live a normal life and put that life behind me.” I said and Butcher rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. “I appreciate your honesty, but it’s the actions of many of those cunts against your word that makes it hard to believe you.” He replied.

”Believe whatever you want, Mr Butcher. As for me, all I want is to be left alone.” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. “You know I visited your old teammate, Gunpowder.” Butcher said and I lowered my glass, glaring at him. “And let’s just say, things didn’t go well.” Butcher said and I feel my heart sink. “Did you kill him?” I asked him and he nods.

I gasped and closed my eyes as I turn my head away. “Not the response I expected…” Butcher said and I turned back to him. “He was a kid when he joined the team. Poor boy.” I said, sadly. “Huh? See, I heard you didn’t really like any of your teammates.” Butcher said. “Yes, some of them I didn’t get along with but Gunpowder was just an eager kid, trying to prove himself. I looked after him, made sure he didn’t fall down the same rabbit hole a lot of young Supes do.” I said.

“And yet, he put in a complaint about Soldier Boy’s abuse.” Butcher tells me. “I did the best I could with Soldier Boy. He would get in a few hits on Gunpowder but I always intervened if I saw he was about to go overboard.” I said as Butcher takes a swig at his drink.

”And did he ever abuse you?” He asked me. “No! He never did.” I replied, firmly. There was a long bit of silence between us before I go back to my drink. “Look, all I want to know is what happened to him? How did he die? Because I know that crap Vought pushed out is a load of bullocks.” Butcher said and I sighed.

”If I tell you what I know, will you leave me alone?” I asked him and Butcher stares at me then nods. “I don’t know what killed him. I was knocked out and when I came to, the others told me he was killed. We were in Nicaragua, '84, working with the CIA.” I said and Butcher furrowed his brow. “CIA?” He said, confused, and I nodded. “Who was the case officer?” Butcher asked me and I had to think. “Oh, fuck, what was her name….uh, Grace? Uh, Grace...Grace Mallory, that’s it!” I said, snapped my finger, and Butcher looked surprised by this.

”Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you know her?” I asked him. “Yes, yes, I do.” He said, determined, and he gets up from his chair. “Thank you for the drink and the talk. As promised, I will leave you be.” Butcher said and he leaves the kitchen then walks out the front door of my house.

I let out a sigh of relief and run my hands over my eyes. “What a fucking day.” I grumbled.

That night, I was cleaning up Ben’s old shield as I had the TV playing, which is broadcasting Homelander’s birthday. I didn’t really give a shit but I needed something playing in the background. “So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homelander!” A-Train said, who was wearing this colorful version of his old suit. I guess from the colors he is representing Africa; which from what Maeve told me about him, he is the last person to do something like this.

Music plays and cheers were heard as Starlight and Homelander go on stage as Homelander and A-Train shake hands then he leaves. “Wow, I'm so honored to be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend and mentor Homelander. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announcing a project that is near and dear to my heart.” Starlight said and I snort as her saying Homelander is her mentor.

Yeah, I bet he is. I thought as I finished polishing the shield then look up at the TV. “The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth.” Starlight starts to explain until a voice shouts. “Hey, Homelander! Your Nazi died!”

”Well, damn.” I muttered as the crowd murmurs. “Homelander...He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve second chances. In that spirit, Homelander has agreed to donate $10 million...” Starlight said then she laughs softly. “…to the Starlight House, which is, I mean...” she said and there was applause then Homelander says. “No.”

”Give...Come on. Give it up.” Starlight said as Homelander shakes his head. “No.” He said. “Give it up for this guy.” Starlight said as she was trying to control the situation but Homelander looked like he was done. “No. No. No.” Homelander said and the applause stops and the crowd goes quiet. “Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not just like the rest of you. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed fսcking crybaby that goes around fսcking apologizing all the time. And why the fսck would you want me to be?” Homelander said then he looks straight at the camera.

“Don't you dare stop rolling, Roger!” He shouts and I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This man is losing his mind. “All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fսcking puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what? If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it.” Homelander said and I nod a bit as I was kinda agreeing with him there.

”I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.” He said and the whole place stays silent and I shake my head. “And you lost me, crazy asshole.” I muttered and I shut my TV off.

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This Dance pt. 2 | Joe Liebgott

Summary: Part two, in which everyone is fighting to hold back exactly what they want to say.

Word count: 3,857

Warnings: SMUT

There was a conversation that needed to happen that Joe Liebgott was not quite bring himself to start. As they stood in the crowded room, the roaring of the speakers around them felt overwhelming. After settling into the quietness of their lives’ new pace, watching the footage from the Pacific seemed a stark and unwelcomed contrast. Liebgott wondered if he would have felt this way if he had not spent the entire fight in Europe wondering what it would be like to start a life with Evelyn Mosey when this was all over. If there was one thought that got him through the blasts, the cold and wet, seemingly endless nights, it was her. And the idea that he would never be without her again.

He tried to steal subtle glances over to her as she watched the footage screen. Her jaw was set. Her full lips pressed into a firm line. Her dark eyes were focused intently, never once bothering to look over at him. He watched a wave of tension ripple in her neck. She tilted her head side to side, rolling her shoulders up to meet her ears. A simple gesture that would have gone unnoticed to anyone but him.

When they shuffled out, he made sure to keep sight of her. The masses that filed out trickled out taking different paths, he made a bee-line for her. Years spent in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to glance, to touch, to speak, he knew how to keep himself at a distance, while still in her warm orbit.

“I don’t want to talk about it now, Lieb,” she told him adamantly, looking down the hallway both ways to ensure that no one else was interested in their exchange.

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. Never had he been with a woman who was so consistently unfeeling when it did not benefit her. “Can I just--”

She watched someone walk past them, behind Liebgott. They exchanged a nod of recognition. Her face fell from its friendly openness to one of frustration when she met his gaze again.

“Just come in,” she opened the door wider and encouraged him to move quickly. “I don’t want to do this out here.”

Liebgott had seen her room since their time began at Zell Am See. The time he spent there was less than he would have liked. If he had imagined a true celebration of the victory in Europe, it would not have been so distant from her.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” She was firm in her words, but her hand was gentle as it touched the buttons on his shirt. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew there weren’t going to be any words he could say to demand her to comply. He could not claim her strong will was his favorite thing about her and then admonish her for it when it did not benefit him. “Please?”

The way she looked up at him with those large doe eyes made him feel a warmth spread in his chest and abdomen. He touched her face gently and nodded, tracing her jawline with his thumb. He had spent half the fucking war holding back a proposal of marriage, children, a life together. He bit back vows of eternity and forever. He withheld the words “I love you.” Surely one more fucking day made no difference.

She smiled and took him by the hand, slowly backing him towards the bathroom.

There was an electric current that radiated through every vein in his body when she reached to turn the shower on. He was convinced there would never be a time where he was not breathless in anticipation to see her undress. He felt the twitch of need in his groin just thinking of the moment where he would watch the water touch her naked flesh. So when she started to work on the buttons of her shirt, he sat back on the corner of the clawfoot tub with a playful smirk.

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she watched him perch himself on the tub. If there was one thing she was going to miss about Joseph Liebgott, it was going to be his boyish charm. The way his eyes danced over her appraisingly caused her skin to catch light with blue flame, so hot it felt cool and caused her to erupt in goosebumps. She stepped out of her boots skillfully as she worked on the buttons of her shirt. When she pulled it over her shoulders and left it in a pile on the ground, she heard a small whistle from her observer.

Liebgott felt a pang in his stomach while he watched her start to work on her pants. Ignoring all thoughts and feelings (how did she do it?) about what was to come, he focused on the way her deft fingers worked on her buttons, letting them fall to her feet. Though he had ensured that every part of her had been explored by eager hands, lips, and tongue, it was taking everything in him not to get to his knees and help her escort those pants the rest of the way to her ankles.

She stepped out of the last of her clothes with a smile. He bit his lip as he glanced over her body. Evelyn had resigned herself that there would never be another man who made her so hungry to be stared at in this way again. His eyes carried just enough devotion to balance the intense desire that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. He once had told her he would watch her read the phone book just to stare at her lips.

Liebgott licked his lips softly, shifting to adjust the fullness in his pants. No coaxing, no teasing, simply the pure sight of her undressing herself, all for him, caused such a stir in him. It was exactly that gesture that Evelyn watched hungrily, her eyes darkening as she pinned her lower lip between her teeth. That was all the indication Joe needed to close the gap between them.

He braced the back of her head, her dark curls tangling perfectly around his large fingers when he pulled her close. He wanted to taste the spot of her mouth where she had bit down. A needy whimper betrayed Evelyn as it eased up from her throat. It was so very like Joe Liebgott to pull all kinds of unprompted sounds from her eager throat. The way his mouth moved with hers was a dance the two of them had skillfully mastered. Lieb couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about the other kinds of dances she had shared with other men. Nothing could compare to this. Ever.

His hands worked at the buttons of his own shirt. He made a quick and sloppy job of getting it off and tossing it to the floor, his undershirt quick behind it. There was a simple and intense maneuver Evelyn had mastered in getting his belt undone with nimble fingers. It always left him growling against her lips. He gripped her scantily clad behind and squeezed, pulling her hips into his with a force that caused them both to let out a groan.

“Joey,” she breathed, her lips swollen, his pridefully wearing the ghost of her red lipstick. He smirked, feeling himself twitch at the sound of her need. He busied himself with kissing her neck, his thumbs teasing the cups of her bra. She worked to unbutton his pants, chest heaving, eyes heavily lidded.

“Yeah?” He grinned against her skin. She moaned again, biting her swollen lower lip and shuddering as he kissed down over her sternum. “What is it?” he asked teasingly. “Tell me.” The demand was placed just before he nipped at the skin of her right breast. He tugged at his waistband and let his pants fall with a gasp.

“Take me,” she murmured, feeling his desperate length through his boxers with her hand.

“You know how this works, doll.” He smiled, making eye contact with her. He could taste her desperate shudders as he pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes were locked so intensely that she felt him twitch under her hand. “You don’t get any of me until I’ve had my fill of you first.”

She leaned up and kissed him with a groan, reaching around and taking it upon herself to get her bra off. Lieb took the hint and cast his boxers to the floor, slowly stroking himself as she watched her expose every inch of her perfect body to him. The strain his erection had felt boyish, desperate, and fucking incredible. Never in his life did he think he would find himself a puddle of need at the simple sight of a woman.

She knew it, of course. Evelyn teased him with a smirk as she kicked her underwear to the side with a delicate gesture, her toes pointed. She turned and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her delicate muscles of her back, the perfect curve of her hips, her ass, her strong thighs. He continued to touch himself, the way she always reminded him to, when he watched her turn on the water. He knew she longed to be needed in the way he needed her. Joe tried not to think about who would prove to her just how incredible she was when he was no longer around. Biting back every question that bubbled over in his throat, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

When his chest pressed against her back, Evelyn hummed contently. His length settled against the curve of her rear, his lips near her ear as he leaned down. She watched as his hand traced the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the gentlest touch.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he slowly moved his hand toward her exposed breasts. When his large hand fully enveloped her, she felt the gentle brush of his palm over her nipple that encouraged a moan. He chuckled in her ear as his other hand trailed the curve of her hip toward her desperate center. “Fuck,” he growled, feeling her wetness with the gentle touch of the pad of his finger. Gently pulling her hair up into his fist, he held it away from her neck as he planted hungry kisses on her skin. Sucking, scraping his teeth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met while he drew slow circles around her most sensitive spot. Gasping, pressing back against him, melting into his ministrations, Evelyn felt like she was unable to promise her legs’ ability to hold her up much longer.

“Please, Joe,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Joe chuckled from deep in his chest. She felt it rumble against her back. He took his hand away, missing the warmth of her on his fingers immediately. She turned to him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust, searching his desperately. He smiled at her, took the finger that had worked on her so deftly, and placed it to his lips, flicking his tongue over the pad, his eyes locked with hers.

“Mmm…” He groaned, stepping towards her, backing her into the shower. “God damn…” he growled, watching as her body was hit by the hot water.

Joe watched her, watching the beads of water create paths down over the curves of her body. With her taste on his desperate tongue, his eyes on her perfect body, his heart beating in his chest, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out much longer. Whether it was the vulnerability of the space they occupied, the time left together that felt too short, or the intoxicating effect he had on him, he couldn’t distinguish. All he knew is that he had to have her.

There was a beat that passed between them where they were sizing each other up. Evelyn felt the desperation of the moment hit her with a depth she had not recognized. God, if he would just be a little less delicate and loving in those touches, she could excuse away the lump growing in her throat as she watched the way he looked at her. She had always been enough for him. He had always reminded her of that.

In a quick attempt to avoid him seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him. The way their lips crashed into one another had an urgency he had not felt from her before. Her hunger was bone deep. He traced her jaw, tenderly caressing her neck, flicking her hair over her shoulder. His length stood at attention between them, gently nudging the flesh of her belly. He rocked forward to feel the friction as he ghosted a gentle trail down her arms to her warm, capable hands.

When he laced their fingers together, she felt him back her into the wall of the shower. The cool tile was an intense contrast to the warm water that hit her front. He laced their fingers together, pressing it gently against the wall beside her head, pinning it there. She watched a coy smirk cross his lips as he pulled away from her. She giggled, tracing the curve of his lower lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had stolen from her mouth. He leaned down and took that thumb between his teeth, flicked his thumb over the pad, and chuckled. She laughed, a playful swat at his cheek against his cheek, pulled her thumb back and replaced it with her lips.

Joe held her against the wall with the weight of his body. Slowly, he started to trail those kisses down over her body, his hand still tightly clasped in hers. He loved the feeling of her grip on his hand tightening as he placed kisses to the more intimate parts of her body. The spot between her breasts, her left nipple, just above her belly button (God, would he miss that fucking giggle), the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh. He directed her hand to the back of his head and left it there, needing both of his hands to tenderly separate her thighs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he got to his knees.

“Joe…” she breathlessly tangled her hands in his hair and gripped as he pressed his mouth to the place where she needed him most. There was a wave of gasps that followed that caused him to smirk against her, following the work of his tongue with the addition of a skilled finger.

Mindful of shared walls, used to keeping herself quiet by biting pillows and shoulders, Evelyn was left to trap the back of her hand in her teeth as he worked. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she touched her, teased her, tongued her with the skill of a much more experienced man. But, she recognized, he was an experienced man. He was a man who knew her so fully that he was able to coax the most unladylike noises from her throat with ease. He knew her inside and out in every way possible. The intimate attention he paid to the details of her body felt like the worship of a deity; the way he enacted that devotion felt sinful.

Overwhelmed by every sensation between her legs, she found herself grasping at the back of his head and shoulders, her hips moving up to meet his attentive mouth and fingers. He moaned against her repeatedly, desperate to draw every curse she knew from her delicate mouth. Grinning with desire, with power, with pleasure, he worked attentively on her body, his only goal to push her to her limits. He stopped the hand that was working at his own length and snaked it up over her body, tracing her edges to take her heaving breast in his hands. They moaned in unison, his sending vibrations to the core of her being. In that moment, she came undone around his fingers, against his tongue, spilling out desperate whimpers and cries of his name. Joe could have spent an eternity in the sound of her sweet need.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was unable to let too long pass without any part of him inside of her. His vacancy was felt immediately when she pulled him to his feet, gently guided by the fistful of his dark hair. She kissed him as if it would be their last, unsure if it would be, and teased a hand over his eager length, guiding him towards her.

Joe, pleased to know she was as needy as he felt, pulled away from her lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and turned her away from him, her ass pulled against his hard length in the most satisfying way. She moaned at the contact, he held his own back. He tucked her hair behind her ear as to not obscure her vision as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw, neck, and shoulder. His hand encouraged her thighs apart, lifting a leg to the edge of the tub where her foot found purchase.

Swiftly, skillfully, and perfectly, he entered her, pulling a satisfied, guttural moan from deep within them both.

“Fuck,” he gasped against her neck. The way he gripped her hips was bruising as they both accommodate his eager entrance. He felt her skin erupt in goosebumps against his chest. He pressed forward, making sure he reached her depths with all he had. She reached back, stiffening against him, her fingers lacing with his against her hip.

Slowly, consistently, deeply, he started a pace with his hips. The water that fell between them from above made their skin glisten and it pooled where their bodies met. The gentle slap of their skin meeting with gentle force made her giggle. He kissed her cheek, unable to hold back the groans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. She gasped, pushing back against him as she angled herself to take him deeper.

That was all Joe needed to encourage him to pick up his pace. The swiftness in which their bodies collided called new noises from her mouth. He kissed her upper back and shoulders while he steadied himself, pulling her back onto him.

“Oh, god…” she reached toward the wall to find something to grip. The slick tiles gave her no purchase. That was when she reached behind her, wrapping a hand around his neck, gripping the hairs at the base of his scalp. Liebgott groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter. His other hand trailed up toward her breast, gripping it gently in his hands, memorizing its shape, weight, the hardness of her nipple against his palm.

“You��re fucking incredible, you know that?” He grunted into her ear, only further pulling strings of incoherence from her mouth. She bit her lip hard, feeling an overwhelm of emotion take over her body like a wave. The lump grew double in size in her throat as she met his every thrust, stars behind her eyes. Unable to respond, he continued. “You’re so perfect. Fuck, Evie.” Her name felt like chocolate on his lips. She turned over her shoulder to taste it on them. Her eyes screwed shut as the tears burned behind them, he continued to bring her body to new heights. When he reached down between her legs, she became overwhelmed. The threat of tears was hard to fight off.

“Joe--” she breathed, the sound of his name clipped by the failure to stop a sob from leaving her lips. The phrase he pulled from her next caused her to bite her tongue between her teeth.

“I--” Joe started. She heard the start of her own words start to come from his mouth. The feeling, the desperation of her overwhelming emotions was contagious. He couldn’t tell where his heartbreak, his pleasure, his love, began and where hers ended. The only way to stop himself from telling her just how he felt about her was to sink his teeth in her shoulder, as she had done to him so many times. Familiar with the sensation, Evelyn felt the pressure, the sting, and every unsaid word behind the contact on her shoulder. She turned away, fearful he would stop if he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks, he would stop. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt a heat building inside of her.

Desperate to feel her come undone around him, under him, with him, he teased her more intentionally with his fingers, his hips working in time with his skillful touch. If he couldn’t tell her, he could show her.

“Please,” she begged. He had come to know it as the last phrase, the last push, before he was gifted with her orgasm. “Joe--”

As he felt her start to push back against him, taking every inch of him, all of him, so intentionally. The feel of her as she let go, her body working desperately to pull him over the edge with her, he followed. The two of them tumbled over together, a tangled mess of limbs, pants, sobs, and everything they swore they’d never fucking say.

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stitchdfox · 7 months

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Eddie is on tour pt 3

His eyes blur as he stares at his phone. The phone app open, taunting him with Steve’s contact info. His thumb hovers over the green call button. Hesitant.

“Come on, Munson. He told you to call him.” Eddie mumbles to himself.

“Joining us tonight?” Their drummer Gareth asks as he slaps Eddie on the shoulder.

“Ah. No. Gotta make a call.” Eddie holds his phone in the air.

“Who’s Steve?” Gareth asks.

Eddie blushes and locks his phone.

“Come on, Gar.” Jeff pulls him away as he flashes a knowing smile at Eddie.

Gods. He owed that man a shot of tequila and the best wingman award.

Eddie takes a breath. Finally tapping the call icon.

“Hey there.” Steve’s voice is groggy.

It only rang once. Was he waiting for him to call?

“Hey.” Eddie smirks. “It’s like 3 am in Indiana. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I’m actually in Chicago so it’s only 2 am. And I’m working on an essay for school. Deadline is coming fast.” There’s a rustle of papers being gathered. “May have accidentally dozed off…”

He’s so cute.

“Whatcha gonna be when you grow up, Stevie?” Eddie cringes at his awkwardness.

“Guidance councilor. Hopefully. Schools not the the easiest for me so, it’s been a lot of late nights.” Steve yawns. “How was the show?”

“Surreal.”

Steve hums.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever not be surreal.” Eddie stares up at the clear night sky above him. He’ll stay with the van outside the venue until the guys get back.

“I’ve loved music all my life. My uncle used to play the radio while we made breakfast. He shared his old records with me when I was old enough to understand how fragile they could be. From there I saved up for my first guitar, my baby, and I knew from the moment I first held her there was no turning back.”

“Wow.” Steve breathes low.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t be sorry, man. That’s so cool. What bands inspired you?” Steve asks, urging him on.

“There’s a few,” Eddie holds up his fingers as he names them. “Metallica- Master of Puppets was the first song I taught myself. Wild. You know how hard that song is to play? Worth it though. Then there’s Dio, Megadeath, Black Sabbath and Ozzy of course.”

“Of course.” Steve says.

“Do you even know who Ozzy is?”

“Yeah. I know who Ozzy is. He was on that reality show where they swore a lot.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Steve—“

“Yes Eddie. He was on that show.”

“Okay, yes he was on the show but do you know his music?” Eddie can’t help the smile that grows on his lips.

“Guess I have some more homework.”

“Steve, you don’t have to listen to them. I’m sure they’re not your taste.” Eddie runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“I want to. If you like them then they have be pretty good.” Steve says.

“Don’t give me too much credit here, sweetheart. I’m just the guitarist of a small metal band.” Eddie slumps his shoulders.

“Come on! You’re on tour, literally right now on tour, with a big name band that invited you to join them. That’s huge.” Steve’s voice is loud and excited. “Like, where are you guys right now?”

“Denver.” He says low.

“See. I’ve never been west of St. Louis.” He goes quiet. “Anyway, it’ll be nice change of pace from my Harry Styles kick.”

Eddie let’s out a guffaw. “I would be into a One Direction fan.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Shit.” Eddie says to himself as he squats down, wrapping his arm around his bent knees.

“You’re… into me?” Steve asks with an air to his voice.

“I… um…”

Silence again.

“The honest answer?” Eddie sighs.

“Mhmm.” Steve’s voice is soft.

“Alright. Here goes.” Eddie stands up, a little light headed from the action. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I called you by accident that night. I don’t even know what you look like and it wouldn’t matter at this point. There is something so… so…” he’s at a loss of words.

“So what, Eddie?” Steve’s voice is a whisper.

“Amazing. Wonderful. Heart stopping. I want to write songs about you. And now that I’ve put myself out there I don’t even know if you’re into guys, let alone a stranger and—“

“Eddie.”

“I’ve ruined this like I ruin everything.”

“Eds.”

“I’m such an idiot and—“

“Babe.”

Eddie stops pacing in a circle and let’s that word settle in.

“I know it was your turn to spiral this time but you’ve gotta breathe.” Steve waits for him to take a deep breath. “It is a bit crazy but I… I mean… Me too! I was being honest when I told you I drove my best friend crazy talking about calling you.”

They both laugh and Eddie sighs.

Steve speaks again. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie taps the back of his head against the van.

“I should let you go, sweetheart. I’m sure you have class tomorrow.”

“I do. I’ll text you when I get home and maybe we can talk again?” His voice is a bit shaky. Nervous maybe.

“I’d love that.” Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest right there in the venue parking lot.

“Sweet dreams, rockstar.” Steve teases.

“Good night, big boy.” Eddie hangs up the call before Steve can respond.

His muscle loosen as he leans against the side of the van. His phone vibrates once in his hand. He looks down to see a message from Steve.

“Hope your imagination didn’t oversell my good looks. 😉”

There’s no way the picture to follow is of a real human being.

Steve has a strong jawline, moles dotting his face and neck, his hair is auburn and a bit on the long side, not that he had anything on Eddie’s length.

His eyes were bright and hazel. His smile wide and perfect.

Eddie opened the van door to dig in his bag. He pulls out his head phones, flops on the middle bench, and searches Spotify.

If he pulls up the “this is Harry Styles” playlist it was nobody’s business but his own.

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Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 4 to follow. I’m kind of in love with this AU rn.

If you’re interested I’m posting on my Twitter as well.

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celticwolf55 · 2 months

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There's a new chapter out today! More fluff incoming!!!

And if you want to see these snippets ahead of time, we post updates about the fic in my discord server

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shiorimakibawrites · 3 months

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"Part I - A Tale of Two Men" of Cozy Corners is finished. It clocked in at 6,540 words. I need to give it another editing pass and write my notes but I should get it posted shortly.

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zephrunsimperium · 10 months

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I am EXTREMELY HYPE right now, so y'all get to be hype with me. Zephy proudly presents ...

THE TURN BACK TIME AU

In 1982, Stanford Pines finished the portal and bartered with Bill Cipher to keep his family safe while the rest of the world was destroyed. Now, wracked with guilt and equipped with a sliver of Cipher’s own power, Ford must search for a way to turn back the clock and save the multiverse from his past self.

This fic will feature:

Stanley meeting Jheselbraum

Middle schooler Shermie Pines as one of the primary characters

Fiddleford getting commissioned to invent things for rich aliens

FiddAuthor but they're an established couple

Everyone having snazzy outfits that I will (probably) draw

Stanley getting along surprisingly well with the henchmaniacs

I'm working hard on an outline because I don't just want to BS my way through this, I want it to be good. I'm so excitedddddd!

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pearlynia · 4 months

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Do you guys ever reread a fanfic cuz the author haven't updated in so long and randomly update again but you forgot what happened in the fanfic and had to reread it

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childlikegoblinqueen · 9 months

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Micro Writing Notes:

I love writing Vee and Hunter’s relationship.

NMBR5AHLIVEE : I love you.

RULEZREACHF4N: I love you too, Vee.

NMBR5AHLIVEE: You are an idiot. You know that right?

RULEZREACHF4N: Yes. I know. I’m sorry I worried you.

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abnl-on-ao3 · 1 month

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Chapter Eight is now available:

(welcome to NSFW territory) 🌶️

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willow-salix · 2 months

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NEW FIC WHO DIS?

Yay! I'm back and just in time for Love and Thunderbirds month!

I present to you the TOS fic that has been consuming my thoughts and getting on my last nerve for the past five months. We had some false starts and parts were a slog because it's so different from what I've been used to writing, but it's finally done and I'm so in love with it.

Working title was "When your bloody OC wants her man in both worlds and won't shut up".

This is a romance (obviously, I wouldn't be me otherwise) but it's a safe one, no spice, very little physical touch beyond platonic, lots of pining, right person wrong time, and a daring rescue!

(Warning, it's a fully complete 75k monster!)

I tried to embody the spirit of the original show and characters (Scott is an absolute dream to work with in all incarnations) and I hope I've done them justice.

Here it is!

I hope you enjoy it and love it as much as I do.

And I apologise to those who are subbed to me on AO3 and FF your inboxes will be bursting. Ooops.

And now, back to plotting and writing season 3 of my dumbasses.

I'm so happy to be back!

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layce2015 · 1 month

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Supe!Female!Reader)

Chapter 3: Barbary Coast

Chapter 1/ Next Chapter

(A/N: Smut incoming)

Flashback

Ben and I were sitting in his living room, enjoying some drinks. It had been almost ten years since I got the divorce from Adam and it’s been the best feeling I’ve felt in a long time. After the confrontation between Ben and Adam, it did take a couple of days before Ben talked to me again and he told me what happened before Adam ambushed him.

When he told me what his father said to him, it made me feel bad for him and we had some drinks and talked for sometime after that. Ever since that day, we basically became friends as well as being teammates.

After Adam and I got a divorce, I hadn’t really been with any man. Maybe a couple or three, and they were just normal men I met from some annual dinners Vought would host. There are still some people that think Ben and I were a couple but we said no, that the kiss we had when we got back from war was just a caught up in the moment type of kiss.

But it didn’t stop me from having this attraction to Ben. There have been times where I’ve wanted to tell him but he would always have these beautiful woman just hanging onto him and he would go home with them.

“You should've gone to the theater with me. That film was fantastic.” I tell Ben. “Well, why don’t you tell me about it?” He asked me with a smile and I chuckle. “I don’t want to ruin the film for you. You should go see it. It was pretty suspenseful and James Stewart was amazing!” I said. “Well, of course, it’s James Fuckin’ Stewart! And Alfred Hitchcock is a fuckin’ fantastic director.” Ben said and I laugh a little.

”Maybe some other time.” Ben said and I shake my head and take a drink of the whiskey. “So, I was wondering…” Ben said and I lower my glass to look at him. “You doing anything this weekend?” He asked me. I think for a moment then shake my head. “I don’t believe so…” I said.

”Well, you know, Herogasm is this weekend and I thought maybe…” Ben said and I roll my eyes at this. Couple years ago Ben and this other hero, Liberty, created this event for other Supes to get together and just have a big sex party, either they sleep with each other or these sex workers. Ever since then, Ben has been trying to get me to go but I decline.

”Ben, how many times do I have to tell you, that is not my kind of thing.” I said. “Oh c’mon! I think you’ll have a great time. I mean, when was the last time you’ve fucked a man?” Ben asked me. “Uh…about a few months ago, when Vought had that dinner trying to get sponsors again. There was a man in a nice suit that caught my eye…” I said and start to smile to myself as I see Ben giving me this look that I could’ve sworn was jealousy.

”Really? Nice suit?” He asked. “What can I say? I have a thing for a man in a suit.” I said, giving a flirty smile towards him as I take a sip of my drink again. “Man in a suit? Duly noted.” Ben said as he takes another sip of his drink. I giggled as I shake my head and sip on my whiskey again. “What else are you interested in a man?” Ben asked me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why do you ask?” I asked him. “Just indulge me for a bit.” He said and I rolled my eyes and start to think. “I’m gonna sound like any girl out there but I’d like a man that is kind, caring, can make me laugh, strong and I would say make me feel safe but I can already do that…” I said then I hold up my free hand and made a small shield appear on my hand then disappeared. “He also needs strong broad shoulders.” I said, in a joking manner, and Ben scoffs out a laugh.

“Seriously, Ben, why are you asking me this? You trying to get an idea on how to impress someone?” I asked him. “You could say that.” Ben said and he roams his eyes over me and I start to feel my face heat up. Could he be talking about me? But he couldn’t be, he is Soldier Boy! America’s Son! He could have any woman he wants, hell I’ve seen him take two or three beautiful women home with him.

“See, there is this woman that I’ve been interested in ever since I laid my eyes on her. Unfortunately, she was already taken. But her marriage was falling apart and I felt sorry for her as she seemed very upset with what her bastard of a husband did to her.” He said and I let out a small gasp as he starts scoot closer to me on the couch. “Then we started to work together and I started to like her more and more.”

He then got right next to me as he gives me this look I’ve never seen a man give to me, not even my ex-husband gave to me. My heart raced as I stare into his green eyes and he continues. “And thanks to me, she was able to get away from her husband and we kept working together. I’ve been wanting to make a move on her but I knew that it was too soon. So I would get with other women but this particular woman is the only one on my mind.” Ben said and I couldn’t help but feel excited at his confession.

”Well, maybe this woman can’t stop thinking about you too.” I said as I scoot a little closer. “Really? You think so?” He asked me and I smiled at him. We were now sitting shoulder to shoulder when I leaned into him and kissed him.

This kiss was just as amazing as the one he gave me when we returned from the war. But this time I didn’t have anything holding me back and I wanted more of it, more of him.

I feel his tongue running along my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I opened my mouth to let him explore. I moaned as the kiss got more heated and intense. Ben breaks the kiss and I actually let out a whimper as his lips left mine, I slowly open my eyes and he smiles. “So needy.” He said in a low voice which made me shudder.

Then he grabs my waist and pulls me to his lap, having me straddle him. I go and kiss him again and he places a hand on the back of my head to hold me in place and his other hand was on my back until he lowered it to my ass.

I placed one of my hand on his neck and the other hand was buried into Ben’s hair. We continue to make-out and I start to move my hips against him, earning a grunt from him and I feel something growing underneath me. "You're driving me crazy, sweetheart.” He mutters once he pulls back and I smirk. "Likewise." I whispered then he goes to attack my neck and goes to remove my blouse.

I let out a moan and move my hips faster against him as he bites my neck then runs his tongue over the spot he bit. He groans as he starts to run his lips down my chest then he grabs my hips, stopping me. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He asked me and I smiled.

Next thing I knew, we entered his bedroom and we started to make-out again, running our hands all over each other as well as removing each other’s clothing. Once our clothes were removed, I couldn’t help but admire Ben’s body, it was like he was perfectly sculpted by God himself. Strong toned chest, broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs…I just couldn’t help but stare at him.

Then I noticed that he had his eyes roaming down my body and I felt a bit bashful as I lower my head down and started to cross my arms. “Don’t.” He said and I look up at him as he places his hands on my shoulders. “You have an amazing body, don’t hide it from me.” He tells me and I smiled, feeling a bit confident.

He pulls me to his chest and leans down to kiss me, passionately. He places a hand behind my head and buries his fingers in my hair then starts to kiss my neck, I lean my head back and close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his lips. My right hand goes up into his short hair and my left arm was around his shoulder, I then leave a trail of kisses on his shoulder then to his neck for a moment before I lean up to his ear and, gently, bite it.

He growls and pulls back to look at me, his eyes darken with lust, then he pushes me back towards his bed and I fall back on the bed. He gets on top of me then opens my legs wider as he starts to settle himself in between them. My breathing gets heavy and I let out a small whimper as I feel him rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance.

”Ben…” I whispered and he looks me in the eyes. “You sure you want this?” He asked me and I nodded. “Yes, please, I need you.” I plead, softly, and he smiles. “If that’s what my girl wants…” Ben said then he sheaths himself in me with just one powerful thrust.

I let out a loud scream that quickly changes to a pleasurable moan once he started moving his hips, slamming into me over and over again. Just from the feeling, I could tell he was much bigger than any man I had been with. And I just knew from this moment, other men were ruined for me because I knew there was no other men that could compete with Ben.

“God, you feel so good.” Ben moans in my ear as he continues with his thrusts, making me moan. My eyes were closed but I could feel them rolling back as he continued slamming himself into me. Then I feel his lips on mine and he kisses me, hungrily, while I dig my nails in his back and leave my own mark on him as I run my nails down his back.

About a half an hour later, both Ben and I were laying on our backs on the bed, Ben had lit up a cigarette and takes in a puff of smoke before slowly letting it out through his mouth then passes the cigarette to me and I take in a drag of the lite cigarette.

“I gotta admit, sweetheart, that was better than I could ever imagine.” Ben said as I blow out the smoke. I giggled as I hand back the cigarette to him. “Really?” I asked as he takes another drag then blows it out. “Yeah. Actually, I’ll say probably the best sex I’ve ever had.” Ben said and I turn on my side to look at him.

”Seriously? After all the women you’ve had, including people you’ve had during Herogasm?” I asked him and he gives me that damn cheeky smile. “Well, most of the women I’ve been with weren’t Supes themselves. And I had to kinda hold back, sure it still felt good but it wasn’t completely satisfying. But with you…” Ben said then he whistles. “I’m starting to take back what I said that you should go to Herogasm. I wanna keep you all to myself.” He said and I smiled as he reaches over to his bedside and stamps the cigarette out on the ashtray.

”Well, that’s a relief.” I said as I bring my right arm under me, helping me rise up as I look down at him. “Because after that, I don’t think I could go back to any man, Supe or not.” I said then I climb on top of him. “Whoa!” He said, surprised, but he had this excited gleam in his eyes.

I run my hands over his chest and I start to slowly move my hips against his. He hissed and groaned at this as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them, and I let out a small moan at this. “Already up for more?” He asked then lets out a groan as I rub my entrance against his growing erection. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Soldier Boy.” I said, in a sultry voice, and he gives me a lustful look. “I was actually thinking the same thing, sweetheart.” He growls and I smile, lean down and capture his lips in mine.

And for the rest of the night, we had gone a few more rounds after that and I’m gonna be truthful, we weren’t exactly quiet. I’m sure that night, everyone in Vought Tower could hear us and I did not care if they did.

Present Day

I wake up from my sleep and just lay in bed for a moment before getting up and get ready for the day. After getting showered and dressed, I go over to the jewelry box on my dresser and found a silver chain necklace that had a beautiful white pearl as the pendant.

I smile at it as it was one of the gifts Ben gave me. We had broken up for the first time after being together for about six or seven years and almost a year later, he came back to me and presented me with this gift as his way to say sorry. Which I did accept as I did miss our times together. After that we were together for a few more years before we broke up again. And so on and so forth.

The reason we kept breaking up was because of how Ben would treat me like a child during our missions, like I didn’t know what I was doing. I was so sick of it that I had to break it off with him and just step back from our relationship. But Ben would always find ways to get me to come back, which it honestly didn’t take much as I still loved him.

He never did anything malicious to me and never was abusive towards me, it was just sometimes we drove each other crazy to the point we needed a break from one another. And once we realized other people didn’t satisfy us, we always got back together.

I shake my head, pulling myself out of my thoughts in the past when I look at my watch and realized I was running a little late for work. “Shit!” I grumbled as I put the necklace on, put my shoes on then head out of the house.

Later, I was walking around the aisle of the bookstore and placed the new books that got shipped in on the shelves. Yeah, I know, working at a bookstore is a far cry from being a Supe but it is very relaxing and quiet…just how I like it.

Just then, I hear footsteps coming up next to me and I hear a voice behind me. “Excuse me…” a male voice said and I turn to him to see a man about in his forties standing behind me. “Yes, sir, how can I help you?” I asked and I noticed his eyes had widen and a look of recognition flashed on his face.

”Wait! Aren’t you Mystic Shade?” He asked me and I bite the inside of my cheek at this. “I was…” I muttered and the man smiled. “Oh, man, I-I-I hope I don’t sound too crazy but…I use to have a massive crush on you when I was younger.” He said and I give a small smile at this. “It’s alright, I get that a lot. But I am flattered.” I said, nicely, and the man smiles.

”Um, can I get a picture?” He asked me and it was like old instincts kicked in and I nodded. “Yeah, sure, anything for a fan.” I replied, instinctively, which was weird as I haven’t been ask for a picture in years. But I guess old habits die hard.

The guy smiles and pulls out his phone as I start to stand up straight. Then the man places his left arm around my shoulder and I place my right hand on his back as he holds up his phone with his right hand and angles it to get both of us in the camera.

We smiled and he takes the picture then he pulls away from me. “Perfect! Thank you, Mystic! I honestly was afraid the rumors about you were true.” He said and I furrowed my brow. “Rumors?” I asked. “Oh, there’s been a rumor going around saying you’re dead.” He said and I shake my head. “Nope, just retired.” I said. “I had a feeling what with what happened to Soldier Boy…” the man said and my smile falters as I look down.

”Oh, shit! I’m sorry…” he stammers and I shake my head. “It’s okay…” I said and the man bites his lips, embarrassed. “I’m, I’m sorry, what was your name, sir?” I asked him. “Jimmy.” He replied. “Well, Jimmy, I appreciate this visit and talk but…I have to get back to work.” I said and he nods.

”Oh, yeah, I was gonna ask where you keep the fantasy books.” Jimmy asked me. “Oh, yeah, it’s down the hall and to the left.” I instructed and he nods. “Thanks!” He said and he goes down the hall and even though I always hated taking pictures, bringing a smile to that guy made me feel a little better.

I sigh, happily, and get back to work.

*3rd Person POV*

“Neuman's head of the bureau because I said so. I tried to save her from the attack on Congress that she fսcking caused.” Mallory tells Butcher, Hughie and M.M. after they arrived at her hideout home. “Well, at least you didn't spend the last year getting her oat milk lattes and every piece of intel she asked for.” Hughie said to her and Mallory stares at him.

”I would very much like to know the plan to eliminate her.” She said to the men. “Well, that depends on what you can tell us about your little holiday down in Nicaragua.” Butcher said. “I've never been to Nicaragua.” Mallory said after a moment of silence. “Really? 'Cause a little birdie told me you were Payback's case officer down there, on a classified job that Soldier Boy never come back from.” Butcher said and Mallory scoffs then turns her back to the men as she looks out the window.

“Colonel?” M.M. asked her then she turns to the men. “Whatever it is William thinks he may have heard, he's mistaken.” Mallory said and she turns away from them and looks out her window. “Is he?” Butcher asked her but she doesn’t answer. “You know that safe you got in your home office? The one behind the picture of Bush number one? Well, I borrowed a ledger from it, the one with all your assets around the world. How long do you think them and their families will last when I put every one of their fսcking names on Facebook?” Butcher asked her, threateningly.

”You'd sign the death warrants of dozens of innocent people who had nothing to do with this?” Mallory asked. “I'm embarrassed for the both of us that you're asking.” Butcher growls. “Nicaragua's ancient history. Not to mention I could be killed just for telling you.” Mallory said. “And all your agents will get killed if you don't. Blimey. What a pickle.” said Butcher and Mallory glares at him before she lets out a sigh.

”It was part of Operation Charly.” Mallory said and Hughie furrows his brow while M.M. and Butcher share a look. “Operation...Charly?” He asked, confused. “Reagan's pet project, off the books. Help the Contra rebels fight the Russian-backed Sandinistas, but we needed a way to pay for it. Some of the cash came from selling arms to Iran, Oliver North's epic fսck up. But the rest? If there's one thing that the Contras had plenty of, it was cоcɑіnе. I was in charge of trafficking the coke into the U.S. and then using the profits to buy more weapons. In the fight against the Reds, whatever it took.” Mallory explains.

“That's some self-justifying bullshit. Were you part of that other thing, too?” M.M. asked her. “What other thing?” Hughie asked him. ”She knows.” M.M. replied then looks at Mallory. “Tell him.”

”The unwritten policy was to sell the cоcɑіnе strictly to minority neighborhoods. Destabilize, demoralize, while staying out of white ones. Late in '84, we were gearing up for a major offensive, so the higher-ups, in their infinite wisdom, decided it was the perfect time to throw a wrench in the works.” Mallory explains, an annoyed tone in her voice.

Flashback

Malloy was in her tent when she hears cheering outside. She runs outside to see the team Payback had arrived. Swatto, Crimson Countess, Mindstorm, Black Noir and The TNT Twins were all posing and showing off in front of people. Mallory was beyond pissed to seeing this then she noticed Mystic Shade, who was in a dark blue body suit, with matching boots, a chest armor and wrist gauntlets and a short cape draped over her shoulder and a dark blue eye mask, standing off to the side with her arms crossed as she watches her teammates act like fools. Then Mallory sees Soldier Boy holding a rocket launcher and Gunpowder was behind him, holding the end of the launcher.

“What do you say, Gunpowder? Give them the Fourth of July?” Soldier Boy asked and the soldiers begin to cheer. “Let's light them up, Soldier Boy.” Gunpowder said, excitedly.

“Please put that down.” Mallory demanded him and Soldier Boy looks at her then smiles. “Ah, well, didn't realize they made case officers as pretty as you. We're just having some fun.” Soldier Boy said. “Our munitions dump is in that direction. You're about to blow up half the camp. Put it down.” Mallory demanded and Soldier Boy pushes the launcher off of his shoulder, Gunpowder catches it, as Soldier Boy saunters over to Mallory. “I do like the assertive type. You know, with a figure like yours, you are wasted down here.” Soldier Boy flirts as he walks up to Mallory, who didn’t look at all impressed.

Mystic Shade was watching Soldier Boy, rolling her eyes at him, while Crimson Countess looks over at her with a gloating smile. “My humblest apologies.” A voice said behind Mallory and she turns to see a young black man. “I'm sure this is...disorienting. Let's start over. Officer Grace Mallory, isn't it? Stanford Edgar. I'm an associate with Vought American.” Edgar introduced.

”Do you want to explain what the fսck this freak show's all about?” Mallory asked him, angrily, as she walks past him and he follows him. “Vought American has entered into a partnership with the U.S. government in the global war against communism. Payback will embed themselves and fight alongside the Contra rebels. Think of it as a trial run.” Edgar said to her as they walk off. “A trial run for what?” Mallory asked. “Superheroes in the military, of course. For the first time in over 30 years. Just imagine how dominant we'd be.” Edgar said as they hear buzzing above them.

Mallory looks up and sees Swatto flying around. “Jesus Christ. Get down!” Mallory shouts and Swatto lands. “What's the problem?” He asked and Mallory furrows her brow in anger. “The...problem is that the enemy might spot a fսcking flying man above the tree line and find our position.” Mallory shouts. “She's right, Swatto. No flights without Officer Mallory's clearance.” Edgar said, calmly, and Swatto walks away and Mallory turns, sharply, to Edgar.

”Is this a joke? Supes aren't soldiers. They're undisciplined dip shits. Untrained and untested. They do not belong in a war zone. They belong on That's Incredible!” Mallory argues with Edgar. “Tell that to Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade. They are living, breathing American heroes.” Edgar said and Mallory huffs at this. “I'm not allowing this.” She growls but then Edgar holds out an envelope to her. “I'm sure Director Casey will address any concerns you may have.” He said as Mallory takes the envelope.

”Oh, and, uh, we need a couple of your men to fetch water for our tents. Thank you so much.” He calls out and Mallory sighs in frustration.

Afterwhile, Mallory was walking around the camp and see the other heroes all just relaxing like they were on vacation. Mallory scoffs but then sees Mystic Shade actually looking like she was working as she uses her telekinetic power to throw knives at a board some feet away from her.

The knife hit the middle of the board and Mallory was surprised then looks over at Mystic Shade, who looked over at her. Mallory gave her an approval nod and Mystic Shade smiled as she goes back to throwing knives at the board and Mallory walks away from her.

”I do love a working girl.” Soldier Boy said as he comes up to Mystic Shade once Mallory left. “Really? Thought you said you like the assertive type.” Mystic Shade said, in a bit of a sassy voice, as she looks over at her boyfriend. “Oh, c’mon, sweetheart, you know I wasn’t serious about that, right?” He asked her as he walks up to her.

Mystic Shade plays with her knife before she looks back at him. “Oh, I know. Because if you take it further than harmless flirting…” she said then she, quickly, turns to Soldier Boy and placed the tip of her knife under his chin. “…then I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen in one quick motion.” She threatens with a smirk and Soldier Boy grins at her.

”See? This is why you’re my favorite girl. Hard working, assertive and sexy as hell.” He said as he gives her serious bedroom eyes. Her smile widens and she moves the knife away from him and puts the knives away in a box. He then comes up behind her and places his hands on her hips and pulls her to him.

”I love you, you know that, right?” He asked her and she turns in his arms. “I love you too.” she said as she places her hands on his chest then she leans up and the two share a kiss. “I just can’t wait to get this shit done and get back home.” Mystic Shade said once they break the kiss and Soldier Boy leans his forehead against hers. “I just don’t understand why it couldn’t just be us dealing with this.” She continued.

”Cause we’re a team…” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade scoffs. “Please, you know as well as I do that these fuckers don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.” Mystic Shade said as she gestures to Countess, the Twins, Swatto and Mindstorm. Soldier Boy chuckles and nods a little. “Can’t argue with that. But you know how Vought is.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade sighs.

”But I do agree about wanting to go back home. Mainly, you and me have a special day coming.” He said and she turns to look at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” She asked. “Well, it’s about to be the anniversary of the day we met.” He said and she chuckles. “And they say you’re a cocky asshole. I should go and tell the news stations that you’re just a big old softie.” She teased. “Hey, you’re the only one that gets to see this side of me.” He said. “Oh? And what about Crimson? Or those other girls when you and I were on our many breaks?” Mystic asked him and he shakes his head.

”Only you.” He said and she gives a smile at this then she leans up and kisses him. She pulls back, smiles at him again then goes over to the box that held the knives. “I’m gonna put these away and maybe help these guys out some since these lazy ass fuckers won’t.” She said as she nods towards the team. “Okay, I’ll talk with you later.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade winks at him then walks away and his eyes roams her body as she walks off.

He lets out a heavy sigh then digs in one of his belt pockets and pulls out a small ring. He still was in shock that he was seriously thinking of asking Mystic Shade to marry him but the thought of her being his wife and having kids with her kept growing and growing. He was still trying to figure out how he’d do it, he just knew he wanted to do it on the anniversary of their first meeting. He puts away the ring and goes off to look around.

“Claudio. Mets don't stand a chance in hell this year.” Mallory calls out to one of her men as they walk past each other. “Señorita, fսck the Yankees.” Claudio said and they laugh as Mallory continues walking off until she gets to an area that had a stone wall around it and hears voices. She stops and hides as she hears two men talking.

“Will the others go along?” Edgar asked Black Noir, who has his mask removed. “Everyone but Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Noir tells him. “Good luck, Earving.” Edgar said as he eats on his bag of peanuts. “Can you please stop eating those in front of me. I'm allergic.” Noir pleads to him and Edgar stares at him before he puts another peanut in his mouth and Noir sighs. “I have to ask, why couldn’t they also take…” Noir started to ask but Edgar speaks over him.

”I know what you’re going to ask and I’ll say they wanted her as well but we think she is an important asset to Vought.” Edgar said and Noir sighs again. “So, listen, if I'm gonna take a more central role on the team, then I want to lose the mask.” Noir said. “Silent ninjas score extremely high with boys seven to ten years old. The mask lends a certain mystique.” Edgar tells him.

”Well, fսck mystique. People don't even know it's me under this thing. I got to wear it just to get a cab.” Noir argued. “Payback is the country's premier superhero team. The whole country. Sadly, a Black member's still a nonstarter below the Mason-Dixon.” Edgar informs. “Well, I could be bigger than that. I could be Eddie Murphy.” Noir said as Edgar crunches on his peanuts again the Noir looks over at his mask then shakes his head.

“I'm not wearing the mask.” Noir said, firmly. “Your choice. Though, once you're farmed out to Minneapolis-St. Paul, you'll want the mask simply for...warmth.” Edgar said and Noir just glares at him while Mallory, quietly, walks away.

“You should smile more.” A voice said to her and she turns to see Soldier Boy leaning against the stone fence with a smile. “I bet it's a beautiful smile.” He compliments as he walks up to her. “Okay, look, as an ambassador from Planet Actual Woman, I just...I got to tell you, I know that you think these lines work, but...” Mallory said until Soldier speaks over her. “Oh, they do. Just ask Loni Anderson.” He said, with a cocky smile.

”They don't, and they never have.” Mallory sneered and Soldier Boy rolls his eyes. “The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.” Mallory said and Soldier Boy was taken aback by this, his lips quivered for a second, before he feels a bit offended and angry. “You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.” Soldier Boy spat at her and Mallory rolls her eyes and then walks off.

Mystic Shade was walking around the grounds, keeping track of the team until she noticed that Swatto was nowhere to be found. “Has anyone seen Swatto?” She asked around just as Soldier Boy comes up to her. “Hey, have you…” She asked but he grabs her arm and takes her over to a private area. “Ben? What are you doing?” She asked him, confused, as he takes her over behind a large military truck.

“Ben?” She asked as Soldier Boy pushed her up against the truck. He bores his eyes into her but she noticed that he had this look like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. “What’s wrong?” She asked him and he sighs. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” He asked her and she gives him a confused look. “What? No, why the hell would you think…” Mystic started to said but stops when she started to realize something.

”Oh, did your new girlfriend say something to you?” She asked, a bit teasingly. He stares at her and was about to say something until they heard an explosion nearby. They jumped, slightly, then they run out and see some of Mallory’s men shooting and fighting at some Russian soldiers. Mystic and Solider Boy get determined face and Mystic turns to him. “We’ll talk about this later.” She said and he nods then she places a hand on his cheek, leans up and kisses his lips. Once they break the kiss, he smirks a little before they head off to fight.

Turns out that Swatto went flying again and the Russians had found their location and launched their attack with their special forces. All of Mallory’s men went to fight and some of the members of Payback tried to fight back.

Crimson, at one point, issues her powers on a couple of men and exploded them. Those are my men!” Mallory shouts at her and Crimson looks at her, confused, then runs off. Gunfire continues and Mallory ducks down then runs off and fires at some of the Russian soldiers. She ducks down as Edgar and a few other men run then Noir comes up and slices at the Russian soldiers.

Mallory then runs over behind a truck as Swatto runs past her. “Fuck, fսck, fսck!” Swatto exclaimed, panicking, then he flies up in the air but a missile fires and hits him, killing Swatto.

Mallory turns around and sees a man getting thrown out of a small shed and she raised her gun, only to see Soldier Boy fighting off a couple of soldiers on his own. Then another Russian soldier tried to sneak up on Soldier Boy but Mallory shoots him. Soldier Boy turns around and sees her then gestures a thank you to her then uppercuts a man with his shield, making the Russian soldier fly into the air then falls and gets impaled on a pole some hundred yards away.

Soldier Boy runs off and Mallory turns another way just as four Russian soldiers come upon her. She goes to raise her gun but then four knives fly through the back of their heads. The fall to their knees then their side and Mallory sees Mystic Shade was standing behind them. She smiles and gives a two finger salute to Mallory before she heads into another direction, the knives flying over to her and hover over her shoulder as she runs.

Then Mallory hears a Gatling gun and she looks over to see Gunpowder at the gun and he kept shooting at people. “Oh, yeah!” Gunpowder said, excitedly, as he kills the Russians and some of Mallory’s men. “Gunpowder! Will you please fսcking stop?” Thomas, one of the TNT Twins, shouts as he, Mindstorm and Tessa cowered behind Gunpowder

Mallory runs but then missiles were fired and she dodges them as best as she could until one hit very close to her and the blast hurls her in the air and she hits one of the stone building and gets knocked out.

Eventually, Mallory wakes up and hears fire crackling, smoke billowing around her. She gets up and saw that it looked like slaughter house. She starts to walk around, shell shocked, when she heard someone cough then grunting and gasping.

She follows the noise and sees it is Black Noir, with a long, deep gash on the top of his head. Mallory looked at this horrified, then she goes to stand in front of him and saw that half of his face was burnt. He looks up at her then he goes to reach for his helmet then he grunts at Mallory as she turns away when she hears a woman crying.

Off to the side, she sees Tessa was crying as she leans against a wall while her brother tends to her wound. Mindstorm was helping Gunpowder to sit up and give him some water as Crimson Countess comes up to Mallory, crying. “Oh, God. They killed Soldier Boy.” She cries and Mallory furrows her brow, confused.

”What? Who?” She asked. “The Russians. They had some kind of gun or-or weapon or something.” Crimson cries. “That's impossible.” Mallory said, disbelieving. “No! We saw it. We saw it. They took his body.” Crimson cries and she points up just as they hear helicopter blades.

Mallory turns around and sees a helicopter fly off then she turns to Crimson. “Where’s Mystic Shade?” She asked. Before Crimson could reply, Thomas shouts. “Here! Got her!”

They all look and see Thomas and Mindstorm carrying Mystic Shade, Thomas had his hands under arms and Mindstorm was carrying her feet. Then they set her down on the ground as she groans. Mallory noticed that she had a gash on her forehead but not as deep as Noir’s wound.

”Oh, Misty! Are you okay?” Crimson asked as she kneels next to Mystic Shade, who slowly opens her eyes. “Wh-W-What h-h-happen…?” Mystic Shade groans out. “What do you remember?” Thomas asked her and Mystic places her hand over her face. “I-I remember…fighting some…soldiers with…” she stops then she goes to sit up but everyone tells her to take it easy.

”Where’s Ben? Is he okay?” She asked, worriedly. The others give a look then back at Mystic. “He’s gone, Misty. The Russians killed him.” Crimson said and Mystic’s eyes widen at this, then she shakes her head. “No…No! You’re lying!” She shouts and she looks around at everyone, who all looked sullen.

Mystic Shade looks down then she hyperventilates as she felt her heart break into a million pieces. She places her hands over her face then begins to cry and Gunpowder comes up to her and hugs her as does Crimson, who also cries with Mystic Shade.

Present Day

“I lost 116 men. And Vought got full immunity. That was the day I decided to make them pay.” Mallory tells the boys. “Well, ain't that a wonderful story. Tell me, Grace, where did the Ivans take this...Supe Gun?” Butcher asked her as she turns to look at her. “The trail went cold behind the iron curtain. It's the truth. My reach only goes so far.” Mallory said.

”You knew what Soldier Boy did to my family, but you didn't think I needed to know the truth?” M.M. asked her, with a growl. “It wasn't that simple.” Mallory said but M.M. wasn’t buying it while Butcher stands up, an angry look on his face.

”Marvin, Hugh, give us the room.” Mallory asked them and Butcher turns to them and nods at them, then they leave. Butcher looks over at Mallory and walks up to her. “You came to me after Becca disappeared and promised me Homelander's head. And all this time, you knew there was something that could do the job, and you never said a fսcking word.” Butcher growls at her, angrily. “Whatever this weapon is, it probably won't work on Homelander.” Mallory said.

”And what if it does?” Butcher asked. “Even worse. Because it wouldn't end with him. You'd go after another Supe, then another, then all of them.” Mallory said. “If you'd have told me about this sooner, Homelander might already be dead. Ryan wouldn't be running from one safe house to the next, wondering when his nutter dad's gonna drop out of the sky. And Becca...Becca might still be alive. And for that...I'll never fսcking forgive you.” Butcher yells then he starts to walk away.

”This was never about Ryan or Becca. It was always selfish. Always and only for you. For the hate inside that you want to let loose on the world.” Mallory said and Butcher stops and turns to her. “I thought maybe you changed, but I was wrong. You are your father. Always have been.” Mallory said, her voice shaking, then Butcher walks off and outside.

”What happened?” Hughie asked Butcher as he walks out. “We're off.” Butcher said as he walks to his car and Ryan runs to him. “Butcher, wait up. Where-where are you going?” Ryan asked him. “The city.” Butcher said. “When will I see you again?” Ryan asked him. “You won't. Ain't safe for you.” Butcher said but then Ryan gets in front of him and stops him.

”Wait! What are you talking about?” Ryan asked him. “I got to go.” Butcher said but Ryan grabs his arm. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher growls. “No. You said you'd always watch out for me. You promised!” Ryan exclaims. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher demanded. “I won't let you!” Ryan shouts, upset. “Well, maybe I don't want to look at you. After what you done to my Becca. Did you ever think about that?” Butcher asked and Ryan lets go of his arm and stares at him, shocked and hurt.

His eyes turn red and his breathing trembles, everyone watches in fear as does Mallory. Then his eyes go back to normal and he digs into his shirt and pulls off the necklace Butcher gave him, which was from Becca. Then Ryan tosses it down in the ground, glaring at Butcher. “I hate you.” He growls as he continues to glare at Butcher and he runs off back to the house and slams the door behind him.

Butcher looks down, feeling a little guilty, then turns as Mallory shakes her head and scoffs then heads inside after Ryan.

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Last Names

A Malcolm Bright x Reader Fan fic

Your last name is a secret his is hidden can this love start and survive with two traumatized people. Dumb parents

Chapter 1- The Meeting

“Hold on Sam! Don’t let go! I’m trying, the rope just won’t cut. No Sam! Sam! Mom! Dad!” I sit up fast panting and hot tears running. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It was about 5 in the morning. An hour of sleep is not too bad. I roll out of bed and straight into the shower. Trying to be as fast as possible I don’t even bother trying to warm up the shower. It’s not the day to try and get over my fear of water. As I watch my hands shake as I try to scrub my hair I close my eyes and as always, there they are just like always, haunting me. “Go away.” I whisper desperately. Opening my eyes and being blinded by sunlight as it floods my bathroom. I finish up and get out, quickly getting ready for work. I grab my phone and walk out of my apartment. As soon as the door opens I can hear the busy city of New York. The loud car horns, the screaming people, and of course the sound of construction. I wave down a taxi and get in thanking the driver. As he drives away I stare out the window letting my leg bounce up and down. It’s a bright day, the sun is way too bright, not a cloud in sight. This city is terrible to live in with constant migraine but you learn to deal with the pounding in your head. I rummage through my purse and pop a couple of my daily meds, an anti anxiety, some to help with the migrain, then a few for panic attacks, and so on and so just anything they claim will help, they never really do. The rest of the taxi ride is quiet as I let my head fall back. Once my ride comes to a stop I pay and get out. I walk into the police precinct. Immediately I am flooded with familiar sounds and faces making me relax. I walk over to my desk throwing my stuff on the table. I slump into my chair and rub my face. Soon someone taps me on my shoulder, my friend Dani.

“You look tired.” She hands me a cup of coffee. I am immediately overwhelmed with the smell of terrible coffee. I smile and take a sip, is it disgusting, yes, will it only be one of thirteen, again yes.

“Thanks.” I take another sip

“You look tired, late night?” She smirks.

“Yep you know the fun stuff, insomnia, nightmares, and the occasional attack from my cat, Penny.”

“Boring you really got me excited in the beginning.” She says with a slight frown. I raise my eyebrow.

“Really you had even the slightest of hopes my night went different. Do you even know me.” I laugh. She rolls her eyes at me and walks to her desk. I start to fill out some boring paperwork and continue with my coffee. Until my Boss and Mentor Gill walks out.

“We’ve got a case!” He yells out as he throws a coat over his shoulders. With that everyone on my team gets up and leaves. I jump into Gill's car and he starts driving while Dani and my other team member JT follow behind us.

“So how are you doing?” Gill starts with his usual questions.

“You know, fine nothing exciting.” I shrug.

“How's the nightmares?” Again with the questions.

“Preventing me from sleeping but I got a whole hour last night.” With that Gills chuckles.

“So what about the migraine?” Listen, all these questions are sweet but my answers never change.

“Painful but bearable.” Once again I reply now for the lecture.

“You know if you drank more water instead of the, what is that your fifth cup of coffee this morning?”

“6th thanks for underestimating me.” I can see his eye roll. The rest of the car ride is quiet besides the tap of my foot on the floor. Once we arrive I get out but Gill stays.

“I’ll be back, just head upstairs.” I look at him weirdly but follow his instructions. I walk up the stairs and show my I.D. I see Dani and JT so I walk up to them.

“So what do we have?”

A single homicide looks pretty straight forward.” JT claims.

“Boring.” I groan realizing that was said out loud and not just in my head.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean that I just mean it shouldn't be too bad. No no of course her murder was bad I...never mind.” I bite my lip trying to shut up as JT shakes his head. We all start examining her body. Something felt wrong with this case. It was just a feeling but something was off. A couple minutes later I hear Gill talking to Dani and JT and they do not seem happy. I must of zoned out and missed something. I look straight forward only to be met with bright blue eyes.

“Holy!” My hand goes for my heart.

“Sorry you scared me.’ I shake my head.

“Oh sorry ma’am.” The strange man says. My head tilts in curiosity. Who was he and why was he so comfortable in a crime scene. I watch the wheels in his head turn as he stares at the lady.

“Can I help you?” His eyes shoot up to look me dead in the eye.

“Oh sorry, I just haven’t seen you around here before. Normally it's all the same people. I’m Y/N by the way, not that it matters.’ I smile

“Hi Y/N, I'm Malcolm Bright, a Consultant.” He smiles softly but as soon as he said his last name something went off in my head.

“Not to be blunt but why did you just lie to me about your last name?” I ask as curiosity takes over.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry when you said your last name you blinked a few extra times, that's a tell for when people lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You just did it again, the whole blinking thing.”

“I’m not lying, you must be mistaken.” He looks down at the body again.

“Why do you keep lying, you must be a terrible liar.”

“Listen, ignore the blinking thing, why did you introduce yourself with just your first name is the question? People normally use their last name.” I bite my lip at that.

“I don’t like being called by my last name, that’s my parents name not mine.”

“If you won’t tell me the truth I won’t tell you either.” He looks back at the body, I narrow my eyes at the strange man in front of me. Who was he? Why was he here? Questions flooded my head. I was caught off guard when he stood up quickly. He looked angry, I hope I didn’t upset him. Just then he starts going off about how this was a copycat of the surgeon. He went into the surgeon with a fine tooth comb. It was crazy the amount of details he knew about this case. He later stormed out of the apartment and Gill followed. I closely trailed him. He was my ride back and if he was leaving I was too. I could see them arguing. Soon Gill caught a glimpse of me so I walked out.

“Time to go back to the precinct?” Gill rubbed his face.

“Yeah, Bright gets to sit up front he’s older.” My eyes widened but I did not have the energy to argue as my head started to pound even harder.

“Fine whatever.” I exclaim as I rub my eyes and get into the back of the car. Malcolm stares at me weirdly as he gets into his seat. The car ride is quiet which I accept gratefully as it now felt like my head was going to burst open all over the backseats. Once we arrive at the precinct everyone trails into the conference room and starts talking over the case. I sit in my chair with my knees pulled up to my chest as Malcolm goes over a Profile of the killer. Once he is finished people start to trail out of the room as I stare at the board soaking in everything. Malcolm shows up behind me.

“So see anything?’ I gasp at the sudden person and noise behind me.

“Sorry, no, geez what do you have with scaring me.” I rub my eyes viciously.

“I don’t do it on purpose, just Y/N.” He says snarkily.

“Oh so that's how it's going to be Malcolm. So you're a profiler?”

“Yep and I can profile you and anyone else.”

“Ah really.” I laugh

“Yep like I can tell that either you're high on anxiety or that’s your 9th cup of coffee. Which is because you haven’t slept because of something that obviously haunts you. Family issues, financial struggle no your to put together for that, medical issues would explain the migraine you have. So what is it?” My eyes widen and my anxiety picks up as my legs shakes more viscously.

“None.” I say as I stand up way too quickly. The world starts to spin and I feel my legs start to give out. I grab onto the table as he reaches for me. I grab my head as he hesitantly places a hand on my shoulder.

“You good?” He stares with scared eyes. I blink a couple of times.

“I’m fine, sorry I stood up too quickly.”

“Maybe you should sit down or drink something other than coffee.”

“I’m fine but thank you.” I walk out of the room quickly and go to the bathroom knowing its the only place he can’t follow me. I quickly lock the door and slide down it covering my face.

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