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Hii, could you do some headcanons of dating absolute wonder woman and zatanna, thank you and have a great day.
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absolute wonder woman/zatanna zatara x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, headcannons, separated sections for each, small spoilers for absolute wonderwoman, headcannon that zatanna (as of rn with the issues) can only speak backwards, implied suggestive content
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WONDER WOMAN
Unbelievably sweet, because that's just how Diana is
A woman that'll show you true compassion and love. Her gentle hands always there to comfort you
She's true to herself due to you accepting every part of her. Helping her learn the Amazonian that's deep inside her.
Freely practices her magic on you, living true with love as Aphrodite would like. The gods celebrating a union like you and her.
Sweet petnames; my love, my dear, my angel. Her darling little lunar cresent.
Warmth of her skin that'll never desert you; cuddles are a must. Touches always against yours and hers. Never so far apart, even if so, once back near each other it'll be hard to pull away
Still soft and warmth when your connected in bed. No matter where or the environment it's like an illness love, passion follows
Kisses of complete love. Every area of the body. To every scar. For every missing limb. Serving body on a complete platter for your darling Princess so that she can conduct her mission
She gives herself to you in complete and utter devotion. Protecting you at every cost, like all the others. Kissing your forehead everytime she leaves for a mission.
The earth breathes lovingly everytime you and Diana rejoice in the love. No matter if certain gods want that opposite.
Even if a world made only for chaos wants the destruction of such love
ZATANNA ZATARA
From days of being imprisoned to being loved by someone; it felt jarring
Only being able speak in backwards made it impossible to speak to others
So it was quite the surprise when you wanted her. All the of her despite her early actions
Zatanna, she's almost hesitant. No completely shy with her actions. Away from people since forever
Suddenly her words, compliments have begun to be direct as she's gotten more comfortable with you. Always smirking when you deciphered what she just said to you
Like that certain meme; My Hot Goth Witch Wife and Doing whatever she wants is the apitmity of your relationship.
Zatanna is happy when you accept her fully. Her entire being, magic enveloping you like a soft hug despite her demeanor on the outside.
Intended plan of Zatanna's downfall into the darkness didn't happen. You happened to her, pulling her to a place of good
Giving her the opportunity to find her father, to be a hero to change this world of only chaos
Like that of the Amazonian Goddessyou fight with the world is led off balance due to Zatanna's change. A certain woman of high status is at risk
Considering Zatanna's past experiences, with the woman who kept her captive will no doubt come after all that she loves; including you
And by any God's order, against every limit Zatanna will use her magic to keep you close
Possibly even rewriting the universe to keep you with her forever
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GIRLDAD!SAM who is absolutely terrified the first time he has to hold her. He’s used to his hands being weapons or holding heavy research books, so he treats her like she’s made of glass. He spends hours researching the "top-rated" organic baby formulas and ergonomic carriers, only to end up letting her fall asleep against his chest because his heartbeat is the only thing that calms her down.
GIRLDAD!SAM who becomes a master of the "silent multi-task." He can balance a sleeping toddler on one hip while translating ancient lore with his free hand. If she wakes up and wants to "help," he doesn’t shoo her away he just points to the pictures of dragons or symbols and tells her they’re "special shapes," letting her color on the margins of his notepad just to keep her close.
GIRLDAD!SAM who is the undisputed king of the "laundry cycle." Because he’s so tall, he’s constantly hitting his head on the low hanging lights of whatever motel or house you’re staying in while he’s carrying a basket of tiny onesies. He refuses to let you lift anything heavier than the baby for the first six weeks, hovering over you with a glass of water and a worried expression every time you so much as sneeze.
GIRLDAD!SAM who discovers he has a very specific "dad voice" that only works for your daughter. When she’s fussing at 3:00 AM and you’re at your last straw, he’ll gently take her from your arms, tuck her chin into the crook of his neck, and hum a low, vibrating melody. He’ll look at you over her head with a tired, soft smile completely mesmerized by how small she looks against his 6’4” frame.
GIRLDAD!SAM who gets "intellectually competitive" about her milestones. The second she starts babbling, he’s right there with flashcards or a worn-out copy of a classic novel, reading to her in that calm, steady voice. He swears to you that her first word was "Research," even though you both know she just made a "Ma" sound while looking at a sandwich.
GIRLDAD!SAM who becomes a human jungle gym. Once she’s old enough to sit up and grab things, his hair is officially public property. You’ll find him sitting on the rug, patiently letting her tug on his locks while he shows her how to "pet" the dog or a stuffed animal. If she accidentally pulls too hard and he winces, he immediately follows it up with a gentle "It’s okay, peanut," just so he doesn't scare her.
GIRLDAD!SAM who is a total goner for her "puppy dog eyes" mostly because he knows exactly where she got them from. When you say "no" to a second cookie, she’ll turn to Sam with that quivering lip, and he’ll look at you, then back at her, feeling his heart physically melt. He’ll try to be the firm parent, but he usually ends up whispering, "okay baby just one more don’t tell mommy okay?"
GIRLDAD!SAM who needs you to remind him that he’s doing a good job. Sometimes, when the baby is finally asleep, he’ll lean his head on your shoulder and admit he’s terrified of failing her. He’ll hold your hand, his thumb tracing your knuckles, as you remind him that the way she reaches for him the moment he walks into a room is all the proof he needs that he’s exactly the dad she needs.
GIRLDAD!SAM who lets you and the toddler pick out his outfit for a "special lunch." He’ll walk out of the bedroom wearing a clashing Hawaiian shirt, his tactical boots, and a pair of plastic princess sunglasses the baby insisted he wear. When you start laughing, he’ll just shrug, pull you in for a one-armed hug, and kiss the top of your head. He doesn't care about looking cool anymore if it makes his girls happy, he’ll wear the sunglasses all the way through the diner.
Note: Sam is the kind of partner who constantly checks in on you, too. He knows that being a mom is a 24/7 job, so he’ll often "steal" the baby away for an hour just so you can take a hot shower or a nap, promising her that "Mommy is recharging her superpowers."
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Hi! I’m a writer, and I was hoping to get some tips on how to write Black characters/readers. I’m Mexican, so not Black myself, and I was hoping to get some help from a Black creator! Thanks in advance 🫶🏽
hi !! first of all, thank you for even asking this instead of just winging it 🫶🏾 that already tells me you care enough !
i’ll kinda break it up so it’s not a wall of text :
1. remember we’re people first, not aesthetics
when you’re writing a black character/reader, don’t start with ‘blackness’ as the personality. start with:
who are they? what do they want? what scares them? how do they love/fight/protect/mess up?
then layer their blackness onto that, instead of making it the whole point. being black shapes our lives, but it isn’t our only trait.
2. ‘black’ is not one vibe
black people aren’t a monolith. you’ve got :
different countries (usa, latin america, african nations, european countries, etc.), different regions (a black girl from rural louisiana ≠ a black boy from london ≠ a black kid from são paulo), and different class backgrounds, religions, family structures, etc.
so it helps to decide :
where are they from? what’s their family like? what kind of community did they grow up in?
that’s how you anchor the character in something real instead of ‘generic black.’
3. be careful with stereotypes & fetishization
some things to avoid or at least handle very carefully :
making their blackness only about trauma or struggle, giving them ‘spicy’ or ‘fiery’ personalities just because they’re black, weird obsession with their body (big lips, big butt, ‘chocolate skin’ every paragraph, etc.), and making them the ‘strong one’ who never breaks, always takes care of others, never gets softness.
they’re allowed to be shy, awkward, soft, mentally ill, messy in non-aesthetic ways, goofy, romantic, boring even.
4. AAVE & slang (you don’t have to use it)
you don’t have to write AAVE for a black character to ‘count.’ a lot of people overdo it and it turns into caricature or memespeak.
if you’re not familiar with AAVE, it’s better to mostly avoid it than to sprinkle it in wrong. if you do use it, make sure it fits the character’s background and isn’t just twitter-talk. don’t use AAVE as a costume. if only the black character talks in exaggerated slang while everyone else speaks standard, it can feel mocking.
5. hair, skin, and features
this is where a lot of writers trip :
hair - don’t treat black hair like a joke, a problem to be fixed, or something that magically behaves like other types of hair (typically non-black hair types). if you’re going to mention hair, look up a few basic terms: braids, locs, twists, silk presses, bonnets, satin scarves, wash day, etc… not every black person has the same texture, so if you get specific, research that texture/style.
skin - ‘chocolate,’ ‘mocha,’ ‘caramel,’ etc… can get cringe really fast. especially when it’s food metaphors every single time they appear. try describing undertones, how light hits their skin, or just say ‘brown,’ ‘dark brown,’ ‘deep brown’. you don’t have to get poetic every sentence.
features - avoid fetish language like ‘exotic,’ ‘animalistic,’ or comparing features to food/objects. full lips, broad nose, etc… are fine to describe, but don’t fixate or treat them like a novelty.
little detail thing that helps a lot : phrases like ‘white-knuckled’ are fine as a figure of speech—it’s just describing pressure/grip. but with stuff like ‘blushing’ / ‘rosy cheeks’, remember not every black person visibly blushes or has that pink/red look show up on their skin.
you can get around that by leaning into sensation instead of assuming a visual :
“their face heats up”
“their cheeks go warm”
“they feel their skin flush”
“embarrassment burns under their skin”
that way it still reads as them getting flustered/embarrassed, without locking it into a specific skin tone effect.
7. romance & intimacy with black characters/readers
if you’re writing black!reader :
don’t make the point of the fic “wow, i can’t believe i like a black girl/boy/person.” that’s backhanded. the partner shouldn’t be shocked they’re attracted to them because they’re black. treat them as desirable without turning it into a fetish (“i’ve always wanted to try a black girl” = no 😭😭). let them be loved gently, hungrily, sweetly, nastily—same range you’d give a non-black character.
8. research, but also listen
since you’re mexican, you already understand what it’s like to have your culture flattened or misrepresented, so use that empathy.
some practical things :
read works by black authors, follow black creators who discuss writing & representation, quietly observe how we talk about ourselves, our families, our fears, our joy, check tag spaces for ‘black reader’, ‘black oc,’ ‘writing black characters’ and see what black readers say they’re tired of vs what they love
and if you ever write something and a black reader says “hey, this part feels off”—don’t take it as an attack ! it’s a chance to adjust and grow.
9. if you’re unsure about a detail…
ask like you did here ! just be clear, respectful, and open to being corrected. “hey, would this hairstyle make sense for X setting?” or “would this reaction feel realistic?”
Soldier Boy is hilarious because the guy goes around claiming he fought Nazis when he never actually fought Nazis outside of a scripted role meant to produce war propaganda while in real life he was busy kissing a fucking Nazi’s ass. At the same time, he gets offended every time someone calls him a ‘commie,’ even though the communists actually did fight the Nazis and, in fact, played a huge role in winning the war. His level of ignorance really does reflect USAmerican culture, let’s be honest.
WARNINGS: stalker!sam, obsessive!sam, panty stealing, size kink but if u blink you will miss it, sam being delusional but he only cares whats good for you :3, yeah he did break into your apartment but it's for your safety baby girl dont worry about it! mostly sfw just a hint of nsfw in the end. part one? depends on the feedback i'll get from this tbh.
val's note: kind of proof read? not really. also a gentle reminder that english isn't my first language so if there is some typos or sentences that doesn't make sense please politely point them out to me! love u all, go bonkers.
obsessive!sammy who knows everything about you. i mean it, this guy knows your blood type, your allergies that you aren't even aware of, the name of your pet you had when you were fucking six. he knows, he knows everything he could possibly find about you.
obsessive!sammy who geniunely thinks he is the one for you. now, he knows that relationships are a hard thing, especially in the life of an hunter. but honest to god, he thinks he was made for you juts like you were made for him. maybe it's naive of him to think that you are soulmates but if those were to exist, he surely would be yours.
obsessive!sammy who watches you from afar, you know, just to keep you safe from all the things that pop out in the dark. you are a poor, unknowing little thing, not even aware of the possible dangers you are in. you don't know that those little stories you used to hear as a kid are real and waiting for you out in the dark when you are most vulnerable.
remember when i said this guy knows everything about you? i meant that. and he is willing to do alot of things to get to know you more. like breaking into your apartment when you are at work. he is very careful to leave everything as it was before even though he knows you are already messy enough to not notice it.
he goes through the books you have, noting your interests (which he already knew), he knows you won't be back atleast for couple more hours, so he takes his sweet time in your apartment. he takes deep breaths of your lovely scent while burying his nose on the pillow you always cuddle with while you are sleeping. it's so cute that can't fall asleep without holding onto something, it will be his chest you will be laying on one day, it will be his body you will be holding on instead of this little pillow.
and since he has the opportunity of being in your apartment, he might as well make this more safer for you right? right, now you have a total amount of thirty different hidden cameras in your tiny apartment. a couple in the bedroom, different angles so he can see the pretty figure of yours by all different ways. some in your kitchen, couple in your living room and two in your bathroom.
now, please don't think of him as a pervert or anything, he is only doing this for your safety! what if you slipped and fell in the shower? how could he know when to help you if he couldn't see you all the time.
and of course as a payment of his great work, he politely burrows two of your panties. one cotton one with cartoony pattern of your favorite fruit and one of the lacey ones you wear for special occasions. they sit cutely in his large hands as he brings them to his face to take your addicting scent, trapping it into his lungs as long as he can.
it's only fair that he gets to keep them for a little while, he will return them after washing them clean of his sweat, spit and possibly other bodily fluids. don't you worry your pretty little head about why they went missing for two weeks straight just to return folded carefully and smelling like the softener he usually uses for his own clothes. he takes good care of them, just like he does to you.
These headcanons explore how eight famous X-Men approach being the parent of their 18-year-old daughter as she navigates the dating world.
Characters: Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kurt Wagner & Emma Frost
Logan (Wolverine):
- Logan has always been protective of you, and now that you're 18 and starting to date, his instincts are in overdrive. He might act gruff and nonchalant about your dating life, but the truth is, he's keeping a close eye on anyone who shows interest in you. He’s likely to have a "friendly chat" with anyone you bring home, where "friendly" means sizing them up with those intense, steely eyes of his.
- Though Logan is fiercely protective, he understands that you need to make your own choices. He won’t interfere unless he sees red flags, but if someone hurts you, his claws won’t stay sheathed for long. However, he respects your independence, and after his initial growling, he’ll gruffly tell you, "As long as they treat you right, kid, I’m good."
- Logan might not give out relationship advice freely, but he’s always there when you need him. Over a beer (or in your case, soda), he’ll tell you stories from his past, cautioning you against the kinds of people who will take advantage of your kindness. His wisdom comes in the form of rough-edged grumbles, but underneath it all, Logan just wants to see you happy and safe.
Scott Summers (Cyclops):
- Scott is the definition of a dad who worries too much, especially now that you're starting to date. He’s always been structured and disciplined, and he expects the same level of responsibility from anyone you date. Before you even bring someone home, Scott’s already running scenarios in his head, calculating the safest and most responsible way to handle the situation.
- Your first serious relationship has Scott sitting you down for a long talk. He doesn’t want to come across as overbearing, but he will absolutely insist on open communication and making sure you know you can come to him for advice at any time. “I just want you to be with someone who respects you,” he’ll say, his tone firm but filled with genuine concern.
- When you bring your partner to meet him, Scott will grill them with pointed questions, but it’s all out of love. He wants to make sure they’re trustworthy, respectful, and, most importantly, that they make you happy. He’s likely to have a talk with them after the initial meeting, offering fatherly advice about how to treat you well, which is as intimidating as it is sincere.
Remy LeBeau (Gambit):
- Remy is much more laid-back about your dating life than most fathers, though that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent. He trusts your judgment, knowing you’ve inherited some of his charm and wit, but he’s always got his eye on whoever you’re seeing. He’ll joke around and tease you about your dates, calling you “ma petite” and making lighthearted comments like, “If dey don’t treat you right, I might have to show ‘em a trick or two.”
- As cool and casual as Remy can seem, he’s very perceptive. He’s got a knack for reading people, so he’ll quickly figure out whether your date is genuinely good for you or just putting on a front. He won’t be overbearing, but he’ll offer subtle advice in his smooth, charismatic way. If he ever sees you upset or hurt, his easygoing demeanor fades quickly, and you’ll see a much more serious side of him.
- Remy is also the kind of dad who loves embarrassing you in front of your date—lightly, of course. He’ll turn on the charm, maybe throw out a few anecdotes about your childhood, and wink at your partner in a way that’s both friendly and intimidating. At the end of the day, though, he just wants to see you happy, and if that means letting you explore relationships while keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines, he’s all for it.
Charles Xavier (Professor X):
- Charles approaches your dating life with calm wisdom, offering guidance rather than interference. He’s well aware that this stage of your life is crucial for your growth, and he trusts you to make decisions about who you choose to be with. However, that doesn’t stop him from subtly influencing the situation, making sure your partner is someone worthy of your intelligence, kindness, and strength.
- Charles would always remind you of the importance of mutual respect in relationships, giving thoughtful advice about emotional boundaries and communication. He’s more of a mentor in this area than a strict father figure, and he trusts that the lessons he’s taught you growing up will help you navigate the complexities of dating.
- When you bring someone home, Charles is unfailingly polite and gracious, but he has the ability to read your partner’s mind if he chooses to. Though he’d never do it without reason, he always ensures your safety, and if he senses any ill intent, he’ll act swiftly—discreetly handling the situation without ever letting you know he intervened.
Jean Grey:
- Jean is a supportive and empathetic mother when it comes to your dating life. She knows firsthand the complexities of emotions and relationships, so she offers you guidance without being overbearing. With her telepathy, she’s keenly aware of your feelings, and while she respects your privacy, she’s always ready to listen when you need advice or comfort.
- Jean is protective, but not in a controlling way. She'll want to meet anyone you're dating and will use her intuition to gauge their character. If she senses anything off, she’ll gently let you know, but she’ll always respect your decisions. "I just want you to be happy," she’ll say with a warm smile, offering her unconditional support.
- Jean is also great at helping you navigate the emotional ups and downs of relationships. She’ll sit with you for long heart-to-hearts, sharing her own experiences with love and loss, reminding you that it’s okay to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. You know she’ll always be in your corner, ready to comfort you if things go wrong, and celebrate with you when things go right.
Ororo Munroe (Storm):
- Ororo is a calm and nurturing mother, and that extends to how she handles your dating life. She trusts you and believes in giving you the space to make your own choices, but she’s always there when you need her. With her wisdom and serene nature, Ororo offers advice like gentle rain, never forcing her opinions on you but always guiding you in the right direction.
- When you start dating, Ororo takes the time to get to know your partner, but she’s not one to be intimidating or confrontational. Instead, she observes quietly, assessing how they treat you and making sure they respect you. If she ever feels they aren’t good enough, she’ll calmly talk to you about it, sharing her insights in a way that feels like a conversation, not a lecture.
- Ororo also encourages you to stay true to yourself. She’ll often remind you to never lose your independence or sense of self in a relationship. “Love is powerful,” she’ll tell you, “but it should never dim your light.” She’s always there to support you, whether you’re in the glow of new love or recovering from heartbreak, offering her wisdom and warmth through it all.
Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler):
- Kurt is incredibly supportive and joyful when it comes to your dating life. As your father, he’s proud of the person you’ve become, and he trusts that you’ll choose someone who makes you happy. Kurt’s protective, but in a loving, non-intrusive way, often reminding you that you deserve to be treated with the same kindness and respect you give others.
- When you introduce your partner to him, Kurt is warm and welcoming, immediately putting them at ease with his charm and humor. He’s likely to engage them in conversation about faith, values, and their view on relationships, subtly making sure they’re worthy of you without being overbearing. “All I want, mein Schatz, is for you to be with someone who sees you as the blessing you are,” he’ll say, his words sincere and heartfelt.
- Kurt might surprise you by occasionally giving you romantic advice rooted in his own experiences. He’ll remind you to have faith in love but also caution you about the importance of trust and communication. He’s the type of father who’ll give you a hug and tell you how proud he is of you, whether you’re in love or learning from a breakup.
Emma Frost:
- Emma is fiercely protective and a bit more direct when it comes to your dating life. She’s not one to mince words, and while she respects your autonomy, she’ll let you know exactly how she feels about the people you’re dating. Emma’s sharp instincts and telepathy give her an immediate sense of who’s worthy of your time, and she won’t hesitate to tell you if she thinks someone is beneath you.
- She wants the best for you, and while she can come across as intimidating, her concern is rooted in love. “You deserve someone who can handle all that you are, darling,” she’ll say, fully expecting your partner to live up to those high standards. If your date is anything less than impressive, Emma won’t bother hiding her disappointment, but if they earn her respect, she’ll begrudgingly give them a nod of approval.
- Despite her cool exterior, Emma is deeply invested in your happiness. If you ever come to her with heartache, she’ll comfort you in her own way—strong, practical, and brutally honest, offering advice that’s tough but necessary. She’ll remind you of your worth and push you to never settle for anything less than what you deserve, making sure you come out of every situation stronger than before.
Synopsis: You (an overpowered Supe who only sticks around for money) couldn't be bothered to give a single shit about Soldier Boy other than the fact that he was a good fuck. But things have been taking a turn with him expecting more from you, like emotional labor and being his therapist about Clara and Crimson Countess. Yuck!
Based on that one scene with season 1, Cassie and that one dude who wore an orange jumpsuit, whose name I can't be bothered to remember the name of, except that roles are reversed.
Notes: No happy ending (they don't have a happily ever after) In my continued hatred of mean Soldier Boy, I don't think anyone has written about someone giving it back to him. Mentioned derogatory terms or certain words used in a negative context
Man-hater/man-eater? Mean!reader x Soldier Boy
As Soldier Boy rolled off you and reached over to light a joint, you fought off that urge to fall asleep and cuddle. You know that'll only result in him talking your ear off about whatever it is he cares about.
Instead, you reached over and grabbed your phone, setting a five-minute timer.
Ever since Homelander pulled his father out of Cryo-freeze the both of you resumed what you both left when everyone thought he died. You included.
Ever since then, the both of you have been going at it. Homelander killed your last real lover. Figured it'd be best to go for his dad seeing as he's not someone he'd kill. But even if he did, it wouldn't matter to you. Not really.
It wouldn't matter seeing as every word out of Soldier Boy's mouth was like nails against a chalk board. You'd leave him, but the dick, unfortunately, is that good. But as the days pass, the more he loses his appeal.
Any comment about anything is like you're being thrown back into an era you're glad as fuck you weren't born into. You'd join in, but you're not a total loser so you're stuck smiling every now and then and setting alarms for excuses. Max of 10 minutes and then you dip. Something about leaving a lame excuse on the stove that you don't own.
Recently he's been talking more and more about some lady named Clara. Before it was Crimson Countess, now it's Clara? How many loves of his life did this dude have?
He's like 100, so maybe one for every 50 years?
You shuttered. A miserable thought entered your mind. He's got another 50 in front of him. What if you're next? Seeing as he confessed to killing Crimson Countess, and Clara is who knows where, you'd rather not end up like any of them.
In any case, you played the role of pretending to give a fuck perfectly. Now you've pulled up the sheets to cover yourself as you look up at him.
Fuck, what fucking face he had on him. He'd be so perfect if he just shut the fuck up. You laid there admiring his face as he smoked, enjoying the silence. He looked over to you and for a moment, it was just silence.
"What?" He turned away blowing the smoke.
"You're really pretty, you know that?" You murmured and he paused.
He looked back to you. It silent once more. He just looked at you. You looked at him. He shook his head. "I'm not a fucking woman."
You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up. "You don't have to be a woman to be pretty." You straddled him and his free hand fell on your hip.
"What is this? Round five?" He went up to take another hit. You stopped him and angled his hand towards you. You took a hit from the joint his held all while he watched. You held it in for a moment before smiling and blowing out. He breathed in the smoke as you laughed.
You hand settled on his jaw brushing his facial hair. "I feel like if you shaved you'd go from pretty to beautiful." He made a face. You ignored it. "You sure you don't have any super old photos of you. Like when you were in your 20s?"
"Clara would."
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Him and fucking Clara. Who the fuck gives a fuck about her? You sure don't. "I'll have to ask her when I see her."
"You want a picture that bad, just fucking take one." He set down the joint before rubbing up and down your back.
You shook your head. "No, I want younger you."
"20-year-old me would love 40-year-old you." He squeezed your hips hard. He was getting mad over you wanting him younger. He knows you're not 40. Close. But not yet.
"Just like how I like century-year-old you." You were careful to avoid the word love. A cold day in hell it would be when you would love him.
"You like me?" He asked to look up at you.
You smiled, wondering how you were gonna sweet-talk your way out of this. Luckily, you were saved by the bell of the five-minute alarm you set. You said nothing and got off him and looked at your phone for a bit, just to sell it. Not like he would know the difference.
You let a small curse go before standing up telling him you were needed elsewhere.
"Why is it you always get called after we've fucked."
You paused as you slid into your hero suit. "Uh, because I have a life."
Soldier Boy made a face. You turned away from him as you zipped yourself up. He scoffed and took another hit. "Y'know back in my day-"
"Back in your day people used to bathe in pesticides and the kids turned out slow as fuck. I don't think you were an exception." You cut him off walking out with your shoes in your hand.
Back in his day, that would've earned you a good beating from your husband.
But Ben is damned; he likes you too much to ever hit you. Likes you so much he doesn't just want to be around you to fuck anymore. You listened. Added in somethings, but mostly just listened.
(Or so he thought)
It feels good to finally just say it all. You seem like the only sane one around. You're not a good person, he knows that, you know that. You focus on you, and you focus on him. (you really don't) Nothing more. You're strong enough to not let Homelander scare you, and you're self aware enough to understand you're a terrible person for not leaving this whole god charade sooner.
He likes that about you. Ben likes you.
It's why he, more and more these days it seems, goes to your room and just lies in there while you're watching movies. It's why he sits next to you during meetings. It's why both of you make jokes behind Homelander's back and then pretend you both said nothing.
You make him act like a man in his early 20s instead of being a century old.
After one long winded rant from his unfortunate son about being god, he's mouthing 'what the fuck?' to you and you only shrugged and twirled your finger near your temple.
The both of you held in your laugh as you shook your head. The both of you stilled when Homelander turned. He grilled you on what was so funny.
"Of course not, my lord." You made a face, pleading your case. "How could I possibly dare to make a fool of god himself?" Soldier Boy closed his eyes, trying to hold in his laughter, all the while you're barely suppressing a smile. "Now, excuse me, m'lord. I have to go."
And with that, you walk out. He followed soon after. "Why don't we go out to one of those fancy restaurants you like going to so much?" He only knows you like to go out to them because there's always paparazzi pictures of you and other 'influencers.'
You stopped and raised a brow. "Yeah, right. Like I'd ever be caught out on a date with you on my arm. You're a sneaky link. Besides, I've already agreed to only see you for work, sex, or in hell." And with that, you turned around and walked off.
"I never said it had to be a date doll." It was supposed to be a date.
You scoffed, never bothering to turn back. "Whatever floats your boat, sweet cheeks."
You were so unlike any woman from any other time he was alive to witness. You occupied his thoughts in a way that hadn't been done since he wanted revenge on Payback. Since Crimson Countess. Since Clara.
It was getting bad. So whenever he could, Soldier Boy fucked off to do who knows what. So now, he's here, gambling on horse racing.
"So this is what I have to thank for my peace?" You appeared behind him, and it took everything in Ben to not jump out of his seat. "Horse racing."
"What? D'ya miss me?" Ben hopes you did. He looked up as you walked around, taking a seat next to him.
"You wish." You leaned back, putting your feet up on the seats in front of you. "Someone misses their daddy."
"Who? You?"
You only gave him a look before turning back as the race was beginning. "Y'know this whole gambling thing isn't gonna work out for you." He turned to you, and you only smirked. "Your intuition's shit." You pointed at a horse that had the coloring of chestnut and a pink saddle. "That one. Watch."
"You sayin' I should go into poker?" The race began, and Soldier Boy kept his eyes on the horses.
You laughed. "Even worse." You watched as the horse he bet on fell behind and yours stayed in the front. "You're not a people person. You suck at reading a room."
"And what are you? An expert?" Soldier Boy kept his eyes on the race. Lo and behold, the horse your pointed at kept it's lead.
You stood up and looked down. "I'm an an expert in everything I do." And as if on cue the horse you pointed at crossed the finish line. "And between me and you? You're not exactly someone cut out to make fast money."
Ben crushed the ticket in his hand looking over to you as you went to open the door to the balcony. "And how would you know that?"
You looked over your shoulder. "Because I'm a people person." And with that, you floated up before flying off.
You disappeared for a couple of days. It was after he told you about the Supe killing virus. It was during one of your talks, well, more like his talk. He goes into your room, and you're doing something, he talks, and you listen. You nod. You smile. You offer one of those looks that scream that you want him to fuck you. Strangely enough, he just wants to talk to you.
He's not gay.
He loves fucking you. It's just that he loves talking to you more.
In any case, he told you about the supe killing virus, seeing as you're a new gen supe. He saw the way you paused and the way uncertainty and fear, it looked like, entered you.
(And you say he can't read a room)
To soothe your fears, he told you about V1. Something to keep you safe. He told you he'd go and get it and he'd give it to you. After that, you only gave him a kiss before leaving.
You only returned when he went to take the V1 from Robbie. It was easy enough to get it from him with you there.
"She doesn't love you, you know." Robbie panted, and Ben held the V1 in his hand.
"Shut up, Robbie."
It's a shame he didn't see the small smile on your lips. Instead, Ben kicked him off onto the other side of the field as he turned to you.
You looked at him. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. He extended the box to you. You almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Thank you, Ben." It was the first time you've ever used his name. It was needed. This was the first time you ever needed him. This was worthy of using his name. And with that, you took it, and suddenly, the only threat to your life was gone.
Except for then, things only got worse. It's like he expected more from you. Some sort of repayment for what he did to you. It was starting to piss you off. What was it that he didn't understand? You and he were only ever fucking.
You listen to him bitch and moan about whatever went wrong in his life, and then you fuck, and then afterwards he starts bitching and moaning again. But recently it's been all bitching and moaning with no fucking.
You don't say anything just because he's the only man who could actually pose a threat, seeing as he can burn out all the V in you. But him calling you to his room only to once more bitch about Homelander, and Clara and how maybe he should've given it to Homelander for Clara, it's when you finally snap.
Putting whoever the fuck Clara was over your life. Putting a son you know he only puts up with because he's just like his sniveling, pathetic boy. Desperate for a family. Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.
In all honesty, you could give a fuck less about whatever weird family dynamic they have. So long as you're alive and rich, who gives a fuck about them?
For a second, you nearly regret taking the V seeing as you're gonna have to put with Soldier Boy for the rest of your life. And now with the V? That's a really long time.
You can't have yourself regretting that. You've made enough money over the years in the Seven. Suppose it's time you leave. But not before giving Soldier Boy something to really regret.
Giving you V1.
Well, that's only if he starts with his long-lost loves.
You smiled against his lips as you kissed him, your hand sliding down and resting over the bulge in his pants. His hands fondling your bottom all the while he nearly bucks into your touch. You look down, his cock straining visibly now against the fabric, a damp spot blooming at the tip.
You reached for his belt, unbuckling it deliberately slowly, the metal clink echoing in the quiet room save for one of his movies playing in the background.
He groaned as you tugged his pants open, freeing his thick cock from the confines. It was flushed, the head slick with precum that dripped in a slow bead down the side trailing the pathway of a vein that always made his cock look so pretty.
Slowly, you wrapped your hand around him. Your own cunt pulsed as you felt his dick throb against your palm.
He let out a string of curses as his hands grabbed the pillows around you both. And just as you were about to lose yourself he began with how much better you were than any other woman he's had and how Crimson Countess's hands were harsh and before he could continue you stood up.
"Oh my fuck, this is literally the like 20th time you've done this to me." You wiped your hands on the bed sheets before throwing them over his bottom half. It did nothing to hide him. "So if we're not gonna fuck, then what are we doing?"
Ben looked back up at you, and you back down at him. He said nothing, and you only raised a brow. "What? Do you think I'm here because I'm interested in you? Because I care about what you have to say, or what you think of things, because you're so fucking interesting?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Fuck, are you dumb?"
Once more, Ben could only look at you in disbelief.
"You came onto me, remember? And ever since then, you show up, whine and moan about bitch 1 and bitch 2." You tilted your head at him as if trying to find out why he was in disbelief. To you, it was the most obvious thing. "At first, I could put up with it because I was getting something out of it. Now I don't even get that. Now all I get is this unwanted special about poor little Soldier Boy crying about his quote, long lost loves, one of which you killed by the way, and the other is god knows where."
Ben could feel his chest getting hotter the more you spoke.
"I mean, it's like every time you start talking, I think to myself, who the fuck does this dude think he is? You are so fucking boring!" You looked down, the small glow, and the heat. "Oh, what? You gonna fry me? You're not fast enough for that." You grabbed some water and threw it over him; that got him going, and you managed to jump out of the way as he let a beam of light out. You looked over to the wall. It was completely burned out.
All the while, Ben panted on the bed. The sheets burned away. You stood up and leaned on the bed, looking at him. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, because I don't think anyone else will." Ben looked over at you. You had that same face that you used to look at him with whenever he spoke of Clara or Crimson Countess. He thought it was sympathy. Now he can see it was always for mockery.
You were right.
He's not a people person.
"Anyone who says they're interested in you beyond just fucking you?" You gave him a small smile. Another small mocking smile, he thought, was sympathy. "Is full of shit, or has a real bad daddy issues, just like you."
He never told you about his dad, yet you knew. Ben never said a word.
His intuition was shit.
Yours was always spot on.
You turned around, ready to leave, but before you did, you paused and turned around. "Oh, and just a piece of advice, in good faith and as a thank you for the V1. You really ought to learn how to read people, cause this ain't the fifties anymore. I can fuck seventy, eighty, ninety, a hundred men and within the same year marry a man, and within the next, divorce him and take 50% of what he owns and land on my feet and be welcomed back into society like nothing ever happened." Your lips pursed as you looked at him. "What I'm trying to say is that, you're expendable and replaceable, act like it. And for the love of god, when you're fucking someone, don't bring up your ex's"
And with that, you were gone and Ben was left, burning with humiliation and rage.
But it was fine. With the V1 in you, he'd have the rest of eternity to hunt you down.
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Omg, John finding out you're expecting for the first time. Give the poor man a heart attack.
A/n: Sobbing cause I love this
You didn’t plan it. That was the first thing you told him. Heart hammering in your chest, hands slightly trembling with the test still tucked in your hoodie pocket. You had sat him down on the couch like you were breaking news of a demonic uprising. He knew something was off — you were pacing, and you never paced.
“Alright, love, you’re makin’ me nervous. Spit it out.”
You didn’t spit it out, not exactly. You whispered it, barely a breath.
“I’m pregnant.”
There was a beat of silence. A long one.
John blinked. Then blinked again.
His face did a thing — like his soul tried to exit through his eyes but got caught halfway. His mouth opened slightly, closed, opened again.
“Preg—?”
And then he fainted. Because of course that's appropriate response.
Straight down like a Victorian woman in a corset, arms flopped out, head lolled back. You had to physically catch his coat collar before he hit the edge of the table.
“John! John!”
You crouched beside him, smacking his cheek lightly, unsure whether to laugh or panic. His eyes fluttered open after a few seconds, blue and confused, like someone waking up in the wrong dimension.
“I—… I just had a vision of domesticity,” he groaned, “and my body rejected it.”
You bit your lip, holding back a laugh as he sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked at you — really looked — and you saw the shift happen.
Fear. Wonder. Awe. Pure, absolute panic.
Then something deeper settled behind his eyes. Love.
“You’re… really?”
You nodded, pressing the test into his palm.John stared at it like it was an ancient artifact.
Then, voice cracking slightly: “Bloody hell, I’m gonna be a dad.”
Another pause.
“Don’t faint again,” you warned gently, stroking the side of his face.
“I’m not, I’m not—just—” he took a shaky breath and smiled, actually smiled — and it wasn’t the sharp smirk he gave demons or the tired grimace after a fight. It was soft. Real.
Because John Constantine, the man who's lost more loved ones than he can count finally had a chance at happiness.
“—I’m bloody happy, love. Scared shite-less. But happy.”
He kissed your hand. Then your stomach. Then your lips.
And the second time he fainted, it was only because you told him you were already ten weeks along.
Once again recommending that writers, especially newer writers, start ‘rubber ducking’
When you’re stumped and you don’t know what’s not working for your writing, or you don’t know where to go next, take out a rubber duck (or any equivalent friend/inanimate object, I like to use my dogs) and start explaining every single detail as if the rubber duck knows nothing about writing or about your story. Explain out loud what’s going on, what part you’re up to, why you’re stumped, and what you know you need to get to when you figure out how to get there
Somewhere along the line of putting it into words and externalising the thought process, it’s likely something will slot into place
PROJECT: PSYCHO-DELIC [Prime Assets x Prime Asset! Reader] [AU] [INTRODUCTION]
Faaaaar ouuuuuut, mannnnn! || AU: Takes place in the late 60s. I need me a hippie, okay??? Pusher technically qualifies but I want more colour, dammit! MC is the pop of colour the PA's needed uwu
Clyde is alive, as per usual. MC is genderless, but wears bell bottoms and your standard hippie clothing.
CW: Usual Outlast nonsense. Gore, abusive parents...you know the drill. Drug usage.
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NAME & LASTNAME: ??????
ALIAS: PSYCHO-DELIC (ACCORDING TO THE LEGENDS)
NOTES: SUBJECT SPOTTED SNEAKING AROUND FARM PROPERTY WITH CHAINSAW. SUPPOSEDLY REEKS OF MARIJUANA.
The file slaps onto the overencumbered desk with disdain, Easterman's lips tight around his cigarette. "This tells me nothing. You brought me some...myth who smokes marijuana? Walks around their property with a chainsaw?" He scoffed, "For all we know, they're a reclusive farmer with a penchant for Janis Joplin."
Today was not a good day. This week was not a good week. Don't even get him started on this month.
Trials were dry. Boring. Meaningless. Learning the same lesson over and over does nothing. It makes lambs jump over the fence and away from their flock.
From their Shepherd. Their father. Dammit.
Clyde's eyes remained on Easterman, his expression stoic as his hands rooted around in his pocket. "I wouldn't come to you with something like this if they were innocent, J."
Photographs rained onto Easterman's desk, each one showcasing a morbid scene.
A man strung up in the barn, his bottom half sawed off.
A chainsaw, decorated with stickers - that have begun to peel - and the jaws made of glass. Clearly made by craftful hands.
The last photograph...had Easterman smile for once this month.
You. Standing in front of the dismembered man, your grip tight on your chainsaw and your bell bottoms coated in red.
God...he could kiss Clyde. You weren't a myth, after all.
"And you've got their location? You'll be spying on them for me?"
"Precisely."
Easterman could cry.
Born to two, religious parents. That was your beginning. Biblethumping, angry farmers who raised you under religious belief. Church every Sunday, then slaughtering of the lambs every Monday morning. Clyde had to pay extra for this information, as your neighbour was quite...adamant, you could almost hear them. They might as well die rich if you decided to barge in on this meeting of theirs. They were surprised they were alive, seeing as you supposedly killed the last ones...
The chainsaw was from your youth, according to Clyde's findings. The one your father made you use on baby lambs, for Tuesday's veal and Wednesday's farmers' markets. It was your first time, soon after your 8th birthday.
You cried. Felt remorse. Begged to God for Mercy. But-
"God helps those who help themselves," your father sneered, his hand tight on your shoulder as the innocent lamb stared at you with big, black eyes.
Unaware of its fate. To be made into supper. God.
"But pa-" You weeped, the chainsaw nearly slipping from your grasp. But he caught it in time, and placed his strong hand over yours. "Don't...ever...'pa' me," He growled, his face near your ear. "God gave us these creatures to feast upon, the least we could do is enjoy them to show thanks."
And that's when your innocence died. Children should be playing with toys. Roaming the fields to fuel their imaginations.
Not this. Never this.
After that day, the anger began to fester. And lambs stopped being the targets of your forced culling.
First, it was the lambs. Then the pigs, for their bacon and hinds. Then the cows. Then the neighbours.
Then your parents.
And that's when the anger subsided. But what quickly replaced anger's place was fear. Guilt. Disgust.
So you turned to drug usage. Clyde learned this from your uncle, who tried getting you help. But God helps those who helps themselves, and you gave up on God after your ninth birthday.
He was quiet. So you would be loud in return.
What was once a greenhouse full of carrots, peppers and berries soon turned into a marijuana paradise. Anybody who gave you flack was fed to the hogs and hounds.
Clyde had to asked around for what the myth was. You were just a person. An abused farmer's child who suffered in their youth. Much like the other prime assets, of course.
But he got his answer.
The myth of the 'Psychodelic' murderer began when the drug-ingesting population began to disappear. Those who smoked, snorted, sniffed, swallowed, injected...they'd all go missing.
The old farmland your family owned reeked of rot and rust. Some teenagers in town swore up and down that they'd hear chainsaws in the middle of the night.
You became a ghoul. A spectre. The impact you had on surrounding towns...it was immense.
And Easterman had to have you.
"It's been a week."
Easterman hummed, his leg bouncing up and down with excitement. "Indeed it has, dear Clyde."
"So..." Clyde paused, his eyes staring into Easterman's very soul with tenseness.
"It was a success, obviously!" Easterman scoffed. Even the darkness of the room couldn't hide his apparent joy. "The other prime assets are quite...attached, to them already. Rejoicing through slaughter."
If it had been anybody else, they would've flinged or gagged. But Clyde simply nodded. "Excellent."
They ignored the muffled roar of a chainsaw...and the eager laughs of Mother Gooseberry. It appears today's Prime Time would be the quite the sight.
Summary: You're the partner of this drug-addicted speedster, but deep down he wants to be a good person.
Type: Romance, Headcanon
Warning: Well, I mentioned drugs, so that's a warning.
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In public, he's A-Train; a woven tapestry of ego, bravado, and possessiveness ("She's with me, okay?"). He presents you like a "trophy," but deep down it's because he's proud to have someone real by his side.
In private, he's a much quieter, more tired, and vulnerable Reggie. His true personality emerges when he takes off his sports glasses and puts on baggy hoodies. There, the sprinter disappears, leaving behind a man with frayed nerves.
He surprises you with expensive and superficial things (jewelry, gadgets, reservations at impossible restaurants) because it's the love language Vought understands. But his true gestures are different:
He appears in 0.3 seconds with the specific ice cream you mentioned in passing that you liked.
He gives you a foot massage after a long day before you can even complain, because he noticed it in your posture. He leaves handwritten notes (something very intimate in his digital world) saying simple things like, "I watched you sleep. You are my peace."
He needs you to tell him you love him for who he is, not for how fast he runs. His biggest fear is that if he loses his powers (again), you'll leave him. He'll ask indirect questions like, "What if I can't buy you any of this tomorrow?"
He's jealous, but not of other people, just of your attention. If you spend a lot of time with friends or at your job, he might get moody and say, "Bored of me?" It's not control; it's abandonment panic.
It's in bed, in the dark, where he lets loose with the heaviest stuff.
He doesn't look you in the eye. He talks to the ceiling. "Today I almost killed another civilian during a sprint. I had to swerve to avoid a baby stroller.
Vought covered it up as a 'drone incident.'" "Homelander made me lick the floor today. Literally. Don't tell anyone." "Sometimes I dream I run so fast I disintegrate and no one notices I'm gone."
You are his only confidant. You are the one who keeps the real Reggie safe, the one Vought wants to erase.
Your safety is his obsession. You have trackers on everything, and absurd security protocols. It's not paranoia: he knows you're his weak point and that his enemies (or even Homelander!) know it.
He personally coaches you: "If someone comes for you, run toward public danger, not down an alley. Shout the name of a Vought hero, not mine. Attract cameras."
The most tender moments are when he reviews all the security cameras in your house/building before he can truly relax.
The most valuable thing he can give you is his time in slow motion. Cook together (him chopping vegetables at a normal pace, completely focused), watch a show without checking his TV, or simply let him fall asleep with his head in your lap while you stroke his hair. Those are the moments when he's not A-Train, nor is Reggie the hero, but simply you.
Your mundane life fascinates and infuriates him at the same time. Your boring office job, your friend who tells you about plumbing problems, your family asking about the mortgage… to him, it's an alien planet, an unattainable sanctuary.
Sometimes, after a shitty day of filming or groveling before Homelander, he comes home and asks: "Tell me about your meeting. About your coworker's fight over the ugly mug. About everything." He needs to immerse himself in your normality to detox.
But if, in a moment of conflict, you tell him, "I want a normal life!", it's the lowest blow you can deliver. He'll interpret it as, "You disgust me, and everything you represent."
Reggie is used to being loved for what he represents (the athlete, the hero, the symbol). He can't process being loved for his failures.
If you have a fight and you walk away, he won't give you space. He'll show up at your door instantly, not to apologize properly, but in a panic. "Is that it? Is it over? I knew it." His fear of final rejection is as fast as he is.
He needs constant, but subtle, proof. A sweater of yours that he wears and doesn't give back, a picture of you two in his wallet (not on his phone), your shampoo in his shower. Tangible things that prove this is real.
He's not the knight in shining armor. He's the watchdog growling from the shadows.
He's made dissuasive "visits" to exes of yours who bothered you, exploitative bosses, or overly intense fans. You'll never know. He'll never mention it, and he didn't do it to make you grateful, but because, to him, you are his sacred territory.
If someone does manage to hurt you (physically or emotionally), his reaction isn't immediate. He becomes cold and calculating. And weeks later, that person will have "incredibly bad luck" (job loss, public scandal, freak accident). A-Train's revenge is slow, but it reaches its goal.
He's terrible at recognizing his own exhaustion or emotional pain. He expresses it as irritability or intense sexual desires. A particularly humiliating day with Homelander will end with him wanting rough, quick sex, not out of lust, but out of a need to reaffirm control and power over something (over you).
He doesn't know how to ask for comfort. He'll come up and rest his head rigidly on your shoulder as if waiting to be rejected. If you run your hand through his hair, he'll crumble inside.
In the Vought events, his hand on your lower back is his lifeline. Touching you reminds him why he's putting up with this charade.
He uses you as a moral barometer. In his worst moments (like after killing Blue Hawk), he'll anxiously watch you, searching for your reaction. Your horror will destroy him; your understanding (however sad) will save him. You are his only compass in a sea of bad decisions.
He has a secret playlist on his phone, offline, with old R&B or soul songs that remind him of his grandmother or his neighborhood. It's what he listens to with headphones, at a low volume, in the days leading up to a big race or event. Once, he put an earbud in your ear and said nothing, just took your hand. It was his way of saying, "This is what's under the suit. This is me. This is for you."
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beni, you’re the kind of person who slips into the supernatural world quietly. it’s not with some huge explosion or tragic destiny hanging over your head. with your leo sun, leo venus, taurus moon, and virgo mercury, you start off as someone who mostly keeps to themselves. probably working somewhere lowkey, spending your free time drawing, gaming, reading, existing in your own little world where you can think without interruption. people underestimate you at first because you’re introverted when you first meet them. they assume you’re shy, maybe passive. and then you warm up. and suddenly there’s humor, sarcasm, personality, these perfectly timed comments that catch people off guard.
in the supernatural universe, you’d probably become involved through research or online communities first. your virgo mercury is so observant, and your mars in pisces gives you this strange instinctive understanding of things you can’t fully explain logically. you’d absolutely be the person who notices weird patterns online or in old folklore forums and accidentally stumbles into something real. you’re not reckless enough to become a classic hunter immediately, but once you realize monsters are real, your taurus moon refuses to let you walk away from people who need help.
you become the kind of hunter who works best in the background—researching, strategizing, noticing details everyone else missed—but who can absolutely surprise people when pushed.
✧ first meeting + first impression
you meet sam because he finds you already halfway through solving a case yourself.
probably online at first, honestly. some obscure thread, some weird pattern of disappearances you’ve been quietly obsessing over because something about it felt wrong. by the time sam tracks you down in person, you’ve got sketches, notes, timelines, screenshots—the whole thing looks borderline conspiracy-board-ish, except you’re actually right.
his first impression of you, beni, is that you’re way smarter than you initially let people realize. sam notices pretty quickly that underneath the quietness is someone incredibly perceptive—and unexpectedly funny once you feel comfortable enough to let your guard down.
also? your creativity stands out to him immediately. the drawing, the way you visualize things, the way your brain connects details differently than his does. he finds it fascinating.
✧ the friendship dynamic
your friendship with sam builds slowly but deeply. there’s no instant oversharing, no dramatic emotional declarations right away. it’s quieter than that. your taurus moon and his taurus sun/mars create this natural emotional steadiness between you where neither of you feels pressured to perform constantly. you can sit in silence together without it becoming awkward, which honestly becomes one of the strongest parts of your dynamic.
he starts noticing that you communicate through little things—showing him a sketch instead of explaining a feeling directly, quietly handing him a book you think he’d like, making sarcastic comments under your breath that catch him off guard enough to make him laugh unexpectedly.
your humor becomes something he actively looks for. emotionally, sam feels safe to you because he doesn’t push too hard too fast. he gives you space to open up naturally, and because of that, you actually do.
your leo placements mean there’s a warmth and affection underneath your introversion that slowly comes alive around people you trust, and sam gets weirdly protective of that softness once he sees it. at the same time, your virgo mercury grounds him intellectually—you help organize his thoughts, notice details he misses, challenge him when his logic gets too rigid.
there’s this sense that you quietly become part of each other’s routines before either of you fully realizes how important the other person has become.
✧ quirks + fun things
→ sam absolutely keeps your sketches if you ever casually leave one behind, even if he pretends he “just forgot to throw it away”.
→ your deadpan humor catches him off guard constantly because he never expects it from you at first.
→ you’ll sit beside each other doing completely separate things for hours—reading, researching, gaming, drawing—and somehow it still feels deeply intimate.
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✧ are you compatible .ᐣ first steps .ᐣ
beni… yes. honestly, very.
your charts fit together in this really grounded, emotionally sustainable way. your taurus moon + north node align beautifully with his taurus sun and mars, which creates emotional security and physical comfort almost immediately. your leo venus brings warmth and affection into the relationship, while his venus in gemini genuinely enjoys the layers of your personality—the quietness, the humor, the creativity, all of it.
the shift happens slowly. painfully slowly, actually. and if we’re being real? sam probably realizes it first emotionally, but you are the one who changes the dynamic first in a noticeable way. more lingering looks, more physical closeness, more trust. he catches on quickly after that.
✧ the relationship dynamic
being with sam feels like building a life instead of surviving a romance. your relationship is steady, comforting, emotionally safe, but never boring because your personalities bring out different sides of each other over time. your leo placements make you more playful and expressive once you feel secure, while his taurus energy gives you the consistency needed to actually reach that point.
arguments don’t explode dramatically between you two. they usually come from withdrawal—both of you can internalize stress instead of talking immediately, especially when emotions feel overwhelming or complicated. but the difference is that neither of you likes instability, so problems actually get addressed instead of dragged out forever.
affection becomes very routine-based in the sweetest way: sharing food, sitting close without thinking about it, him absentmindedly touching your knee while researching, you quietly fixing his collar or brushing his hair back when he’s distracted.
your creativity also becomes a huge emotional bridge in the relationship. sam genuinely admires your art and the way your brain works, and over time you stop feeling self-conscious about sharing those parts of yourself with him. it’s not an overwhelming relationship. it’s one that slowly becomes essential.
✧ their favorite n worst version of you
sam’s favorite version of you, beni, is when you stop holding yourself back. when your humor comes out naturally, when you get excited about something and start rambling without overthinking it, when you’re drawing with complete focus and forgetting to be self-conscious. he loves seeing the warmth underneath your quieter exterior because it feels earned. intimate. like trust.
his least favorite version of you is when you isolate yourself too much emotionally. when stress or insecurity makes you retreat inward and convince yourself you’re better off handling things alone. because he knows how much you carry silently, and he wishes you’d let him help more often.
✧ fighting, hurting, making up
honestly? neither of you is especially destructive emotionally, which is rare in this universe. the biggest issue is avoidance. your taurus moon and his capricorn moon both lean toward internalizing feelings until they become heavier than they needed to be. you might withdraw quietly when hurt, while sam tends to over-focus on fixing the practical problem instead of addressing the emotional one immediately.
emotionally, you’re actually more perceptive than he is in certain ways because your mars in pisces and creative nature make you deeply intuitive, while he’s more structured emotionally. but sam is slightly more emotionally mature when it comes to stability and follow-through.
making up between you tends to happen gently—conversations late at night, small apologies, physical closeness returning naturally instead of dramatic reconciliations. neither of you wants chaos. and because of that, you usually find your way back to each other pretty quickly.
ꔛ. scenario ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ meeting again while sam’s on the road with dean
the motel door swings open and there’s a second where nobody moves. then sam just stares at you. actually stares. you’re halfway through explaining to the front desk clerk that, no, the vending machine did eat your money when his voice cuts through the lobby.
“beni?”
it hits you weirdly hearing your name in his voice again. older now. rougher. you turn fully, blinking once. “sam?”
behind him, dean winchester looks between you both with immediate suspicion. “who’s that?”
sam lets out this soft, disbelieving laugh under his breath, still looking at you like he’s trying to process it. “we went to stanford together.”
“you went to stanford?” dean asks you immediately.
you shrug a little. “briefly.”
“they used to draw during lectures instead of taking notes,” sam says, and there’s something fond buried in it. “still got called on and answered everything right anyway.”
heat creeps into your face. “wow. okay.”
and then sam smiles. small. genuine. familiar enough to make your chest ache a little.
ꔛ. overall ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 9 / 10
beni, this is one of those relationships that sneaks up on you. it’s not chaotic or dramatic enough to immediately feel “life-changing”, but then one day you realize this person has quietly become part of your sense of safety, routine, and emotional stability.
with sam, you wouldn’t feel pressured to become louder, tougher, or more outgoing than you naturally are. and honestly? that matters more than people realize. he’d genuinely like you for who you already are; not for some louder version of yourself you think you’re supposed to become.
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Ben, walking in on (reader) getting out of the shower, looking down: See that’s how it should be.
(Reader), internally: What the fuck-
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female Reader
Tags/Warnings: Reader has a bush, suggestive, Soldier Boy loving her bush, him being descriptive
Legal's notes: Hahaha. I can see it in my mind.
You thought you were home alone, so you went out naked, your hair loose and still damp, walking to the closet to grab your clothes when you heard someone at the door. You turned around, startled, and saw it was Ben.
“Damn, Ben, I didn't know you were home.”
But he just looked at you, slowly letting his gaze travel down your wet body until it reached your crotch.
“This.” He said, pointing at your privates. “This is how it should be.”
You looked at him, confused, and glanced down at your midsection. You weren't one to shave down there; at most, you trimmed, but honestly, you almost never touched your pubic hair.
What the fuck? You thought, looking back at him.
“You're disgusting.”
“Disgusting?” He raised both eyebrows and slowly walked toward you. “Why? Because I love a woman with pubic hair?” He pointed at you. “Look at you. A fucking beautiful grown woman, naked as God made her, with a bush on my favorite part of her body. And wet.”
“This can't possibly turn you on that much. It's just hair.”
“It's natural.” He placed his hands on your hips. “And it's fucking perfect.” He ran his fingertips through your curls and you bit your lower lip. “I imagine getting lost and choked in this jungle and not even finding your clit. But of course, I always do.” He winked at you.
You rolled your eyes.
“This is getting out of hand.”
And just as you were about to turn around to grab your clothes from the closet, Ben gripped your hips tightly, pinning you to the spot, and knelt down.
The next thing he did was bury his face in your pubic hair and move it from side to side, feeling like it was scratching his skin.
