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Hello friends! My name is Jam.

I'm 20 years old! 21 in December.

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Pairing : Dean Winchester x F!Reader Summary : While working a case, Dean gets a bit distracted. WC : 886 TW! : Probs OOC Dean, Suggestive themes !MDNI!, Female reader (sorry!), Minimal descriptions of reader (Just what you're wearing! <3) A/N : I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING FOR DEAN!! I've been wanting to write dean for a hot minute but just drew blank on ideas. HAHA! Dividers Credits : chrisssiren,suupersonic,cursed-carmine MASTERLIST HERE! - LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED <3

Facing the biggest heartbreak of your life came after the best couple days of your life.

You met Dean Winchester at a vintage car show. Dean and Sam were there on a lead for a case. It was practically a wet dream for the elder Winchester. Sam had to remind him of their job when Dean got lost in a few different cars.

They were keeping their eyes peeled for a certain individual when Dean saw you and your car. You, adorned in chunky heel leather boots, bell bottoms, a pink Black Sabbath baby tee, and a dark vintage corduroy jacket.

The car you leaned on didn’t exactly match you, but in some sort of way, it did. It was a stunning 1956 pink Cadillac series 62 2 door coupe. It seems you also had decorated the interior a bit, adding flair to a car that already looked so good.

Dean came over, complimenting the car. You thanked him with a smile he was sure had put him under some sort of spell. From that moment a conversation too long for Sam’s liking bloomed. Dean ended up staying and talking to you for so long that Sam just gave up and kept working on his own.

Dean eventually left, but not without getting your number, claiming he had to catch up with his brother but later, after the show, you two could get a drink. You didn’t turn him down, too enamored by the man.

I mean what woman wouldn’t be? He was truly a stunner, funny, and had this sort of charm that could have any lady swooning.

That night when Sam got some cheap dinner and returned to the motel they were staying in, Dean met up with you at a local bar. You two talked and drank for a few hours. He learned about interests of yours like your fascination with vintage fashion, vintage cars, classic hard rock and metal, and so on and so forth.

You also learned about his interests. When he revealed his interest in pool, you noticed the bar had a table so you bet you could beat him. He asked what were the stakes which resulted in you leaning in close, this mischievous look on your face as you spoke lowly.

“If I win, you come home with me Winchester.”

“And if I win?” He asked, biting back a smile.

“We’ll see.” Is all you said before pulling back from the bar and heading off to the pool table.

It was game on.

You ended up beating him, or maybe he let you win, who knew.

He drove you both back to your place, a room at the same Motel he was at. He didn’t bother commenting on it as you lead him to the door, getting inside before pouncing.

It started slow, then steadily picked up. Before you knew it you were racing to kick your boots, yanking your shirt off at the same time. He was already a step ahead of you on shedding layers.

It was easily one of the best nights you’d ever had.

Then morning came. Surprisingly to you, he was still there. You’d woken up before him, getting to see how he looked in the dawns light. It highlighted his best features. You hated how observant you were being, knowing this was just a one night stand.

Dean was slow to wake up. When he finally did, he saw you staring at him. He found himself doing the same though, attracted to the morning after glow you had going. Even a mess you looked so damn good.

You expected him to up and leave after that, but instead, you two ended up in each others brace for a bit longer. He even suggested going and getting breakfast which you couldn’t turn down when your stomach growled.

Things with Dean felt easy, right. It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours around him and you didn’t want to seem him go. You’d both ordered good sized plates at the diner. You even offered to split a slice of pie with him, claiming he had to try the pie there.

He genuinely really enjoyed talking to you. In fact, you two stayed so long to talk that the waitress came back around to ask if you two were planning to stay for lunch too. After that you both had paid and gone, laughing as you walked out.

Eventually he got you back to the bar to pick up your car, but he kept finding something new to talk about, even after he parked. You both had been steadily leaning in over the last 20 minutes of your conversation, just about to kiss when Sam called.

You could hear a mans voice from his phone questioning him.

‘Dean? Where the hell are you??’

Dean gave you a slightly apologetic look before telling Sam he was busy and he’d be back soon. After that you both said your goodbyes, but not without you pulling him in by his chin, your nails biting into his skin. He nearly chased for your lips when you pulled away.

Just before you closed Baby’s door you spoke.

“Nice meeting you Dean Winchester.”

Watching the impala disappear down the road left you sighing, hung up on the one that got away.

Pairing : Logan Howlett x F!Reader Summary : A pent up logan is forced into an underground mutant club with a group of the younger x-men, only to find it's not that bad when he meets you. WC : 952 TW! : 18+ MDNI!, Suggestive, female reader, minimal descriptions of reader(reader is described to be taller than Logan.), possibly ooc Logan, definitely cringey writing, mentions at end of possible Eiffel Tower w/ Scott Summers. A/N : I was listening to Rock Yo Hips, then BOOM. This forsaken fic was born. Divider Credits : cursed-carmine, andromeda-graphics

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It was rare the X-men found themselves with enough free time to do things like party. Logan was pent up and stressed after a recent mission. He would’ve just gone to the training simulator, or maybe hit another dusty and dim bar but instead he found himself out with a group of the younger x-men.

Jubilee was the one who asked. Originally he turned her down but after some teasing about how old he was he decided to join her and the group.

The moment he stepped foot into that forsaken underground club his senses were assaulted. The music was mind numbingly loud, smoke fogged the air with an endless lightshow cutting through it.

It was a mutant only club so everywhere he looked he saw mutants partying, abilities on display for all the wrong reasons.

He followed the group through the crowd, over to the bar. They all chose shitty fucking drinks, ones that they also ended up getting for him. A whiskey or some kind of bourbon would’ve been more suitable to his tastes, not this fruity shit.

He ended up still throwing it back, feeling a buzz come on while the others ended up getting shitfaced. He’d make sure to push them all in training tomorrow, punishment for the heavy partying. One by one they all disappeared into the crowd to dance. He chose to stay at the bar, dancing sounding like a disaster.

While lost in the bottom of another fruity drink, You showed up.

You were sweaty and slightly panting. You’d ordered another drink, throwing half of it back immediately. While taking a short break, you turned to see THEE wolverine next to you, and damn it all if he didn’t look absolutely jaw dropping. He was a bit shorter than you expected- but still fine as hell. Your eyes dragged down him before going back to your drink, teeth now lightly pressed into your bottom lip.

When another drink was slid in front of Logan, he seemed confused. That was until the bartender pointed at you. You were staring again when he turned to meet your gaze. Logan wasn’t unfamiliar with women and men alike trying to get at him, especially in environments like this.

He could appreciate the sight of you though, pretty as hell with an outfit that left little to the imagination. He decided to entertain you for a bit but had no plans of pursuing you, especially when he found out you were in your mid twenties.

You didn’t let it deter you though, momma aint raise no quitter. You ended up talking with him a bit longer before a really good song came on. You perked, wanting to go dance. He noticed and encouraged you to go dance.

You asked him to dance but he quickly shut it down, telling you he didn’t do that with a snort. You stood to your full height and stepped close. His body turned, head slightly tilted back to meet your gaze. You weren’t too much but your natural height combined with the added height of your heels made it necessary.

You tilted your head slightly, an easy smile dangling at the corner of your lips. “Come on..” Your voice was as soft as it could be considering the overbearing music. “Dance with me.” He didn’t expect for that to be all it took, but it was.

Next thing he knew, he was being dragged through a heavy crowd, people bumping into him with every step. You got him near the middle before you stopped, turning to him. He watched you began to settle into dancing, hips winding along with a slight sway. He didn’t know what to do at first but you solved that with grabbing his hands, guiding them to your hips. He moved in sync with you, hands keeping you steady against him.

He took the lead and turned you, pressing you back against his body. Your chest to his back, ass to hips. Your head slightly turned, catching sight of him. You kept your eyes locked as you danced with him, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands all over you now.

The music was louder now, impossible to hear anything but it. Lights flashed too quickly to see anything. The mass pit of people made the room feel at least 10 degrees hotter. Yet somehow it all felt worth it with you up against him.

You two kept going like that, each moment only getting better. You don’t even remember when your lips had landed on his, but they did. He tasted so good on your tongue. It wasn’t long after that you two were retreating for the exit. It wasn’t even a thought in his mind to let any of the others know he was leaving.

He didn’t need to though, Jubilee was laughing as Sunspot snapped a picture of you two leaving together. Something else to tease the man with at a later time.

The next morning when logan woke slowly, head thumping the moment he opened his eyes. The dawns light was soft but still too bright for him. He rolled over in your bed, catching sight of you. You were still asleep, slow breaths slipping your lips every few seconds.

You looked even more stunning like this, than dressed to the nines in some sweaty mutant underground club. He reached out, gently moving a hair from your tired face. It felt much more intimate than their current relationship should allow, but he couldn’t resist.

Part of him wanted to be selfish and hog you to himself, but another wanted to tell his friend Scott all about you.

He wondered if you’ve ever been to Paris.

Pairing : Phillip Graves x (GN) Reader Summary : Mourning your husbands loss turns into something far heaver than you could've ever expected. WC : 1.3k TW! : Character death (allegedly.), Kidnapping, slight torture, slight stalking, 141 on their usual scary shit A/N : Hi friends! I apologize in advance if this is cringe. I've been wanting to write for Graves since I've started to post but just haven't had any ideas till now. Dividers Credits :uzmacchiato,kthice

Tears sat unshed in your eyes as you stood at his grave.

It was just a headstone, no body resting below. You’d been told there was no body to recover, not even his tags. You’d spent days mourning him, unable to cope with the loss of your husband.

He’d had it prepared so you didn’t even have to think of something like that went the time came. He’d always thought of things like that, always thinking of you. You were his entire world.

You’d met Phillip in your junior year of high school, not exactly on the best terms at first but eventually ended up high school sweethearts. While he was in the military, you were off at college. He wrote you every chance he got, called a few times so he could hear your sweet voice.

 He’d made it home to see you graduate, wanting to be there on one of the biggest days of your life. Him being in service went on for quite a few more years after that till he finally left, telling you he wanted to start his own company.

His work became less open to you after that, his way of protecting you. You never fought it though, knowing he had his reasons. Life seemed so good for awhile. New house, traveling, a dog, whispered talks of kids soon during the night- embraced in his arms.

Nothing good can last forever though.

One of his shadows, a man you knew as your husbands most trusted associate came to you one night. In a solum tone he told you Phillip had passed. You learned he’d been in a tank when it got blown.

It had absolutely gutted you.

So here you were now, dressed your best for a headstone engraved with your husbands name. You stood alone, a single rose in your hand.

“Oh Phil…” You choked out.

Grief felt heavy, but what felt heavier somehow was a chill that ran up your spine. You felt like you were being watched, and you were right, you were. You turned your head to look around, immediately catching sight of a man maybe less than 100 feet away.

He stood at a grave, eyes on you. You stared back, taking in the sight of him. Warhawk, blue eyes, stocky build. You waited for him to look away, but he didn’t. You turned back slowly to your husbands grave, trying to ignore the twisting of your gut.

You had wanted to stay longer but eventually you’d gone home. At first you hadn’t noticed anything wrong when you’d entered your home. You got the door locked and started to head to your room, only to notice the door was open. While that shouldn’t mean much, you know you’d closed it before you left.

You quietly crept over to the bookshelf, pulling a false book out that once opened, revealed a small pistol. Phillip kept things like this around the house as a ‘just incase.’ You’d never fired one of these, much less held one. It felt heavy in your hands, not from its weight, but the intention behind it.

You began to slowly creep down the hall, holding your breath, checking every room you passed. Once close enough, you saw your dog’s cage was empty, which definitely was not the way it’d been before. It truly now felt like you weren’t alone. The second you stepped into your room, something hit the back of your head, resulting in everything going dark.

When you came to, you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. Your heart raced as you tried at your bindings. You were stuck to a chair, thick rope securing your wrists behind your back.

A heavy door opened, pouring in artificial light that stung your eyes. 3 men entered, one tall adorned with a bucket hat and muttonchops, another wore a baseball cap and dark tinted glasses, then came the last one – the man you’d seen at the cemetery.

The first man approached, coming to a stop only a few feet away. He tilted his head as he stared down at you. His presence was heavy and the look he wore was terrifying. You swallowed thickly as he silently watched you.

“Where’s Graves?” He asked you.

“…What?” You responded.

“Said, where’s Graves?” He leaned down, coming to meet you on your level. Somehow this felt worse than him towering over you. “He…. I…”

“Words.” He said, spit hitting your face as he harshly barked his response.

“He’s dead! I don’t—” The whining of your dog filled your ears as the door opened again, a man who wore a skull mask dragged your dog in by its collar.

“What the fuck?!—”

“Focus.” The man said.

“He’s dead.” You repeated, terror heavy in your widened eyes.

Your dog cried out, now out of view behind you. Your baby sounded distressed and you couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Stop it!” You yelled, head turning in an attempt to see. The rough material of a glove met your skin as the man in front of you grabbed your chin, forcing your focus back to him.

“Tell me where he is, and it stops.” He grumbled.

“I don’t know! I told you, he’s dead!” You cried. “Please, please stop this!”

The man looked past you then stood back up, backing away. You heard a sharp cry from your dog, resulting in you crying out.

“Please!” You pleaded sounding so confused and frightened.

Either you were really fucking good at lying, or you simply had no idea of where Graves was. The man with muttonchops had the man from the cemetery step up. He crouched down in front of you, a sour look on his face.

“Y’know.” He said, a thick accent mixing with his bitter tone. “I think yer lyin’.”

“Jesus fucking Christ! What part of my husband is dead do you not get?” She exclaimed.

“That grave was pretty empty for a dead man.” His words earning only more of a horrified look from you.

“There was no.. no body.” You said, the bite in your tone lost as the harsh subject hit you.

“Mm.. I don’ think so.” He said, not explaining what he was insinuating. He stared at you, waiting for you to slip up, to give then the information they wanted. When you had nothing to offer, they left, leaving you and your mutt behind in the dark room.

Your pup dragged itself to you, refusing to put pressure on it’s back right leg. You began to cry, mumbling apologies to the small creature as it began to lick at your leg. Your cries turned into heavy sobs, the dam in you breaking with the weight of overwhelming emotion.

It wasn’t too long after a big bang caught your attention, sobs slowing as you tried to listen. Gunfire and another bang filled the air. Your pup tucked itself under your chair, whimpering. You tried to whisper reassurances while silent tears rolled.

The harsh light poured in once again as the door opened back up. In came 3 men. They all wore the patch of your husbands company. Relief poured through you, a heavy sob wracking through your chest as you smiled. Two watched the door while the other quickly got you untied, leading you out once you scooped up your pup.

They escorted you out, checking every corner as they ushered you through bleak halls. Soon enough you were shoved into the back of a car, the one that had untied you by your side sliding in beside you. Your pup whined as it pressed into you. You understood its fear, feeling quite shaken yourself from the whole ordeal.

As the car went into motion, You noticed the man next to you had you in his gaze. Your gaze met your reflection in his combat goggles. With nothing being said, you felt a little uncomfortable, that was until he started to move his mask down, then his goggles came up.

What you saw as he did made you freeze up, eyes already beginning to glaze over.

“Phillip..?”

Pairing : Homelander Vs Twin! (GN) Reader Summary : There was only one way this was ending. WC : 1k TW! : Violence, perhaps slight ooc Homelander & Soldier Boy, no happy endings. A/N : Seeing as Part 1 had been my most liked fic, I wanted to extend it. Divider Credits : pixopix PART 1 HERE!

And Everybody Knows That It’s Now Or Never.

Butcher had quickly gotten back into the van, door slamming shut. Frenchie slammed the gas, getting the van as far as he could.

Everybody Knows It’s Me Or You.

You hovered above him, eyes glimmering. Smoke built around you, air filled with the smell of your scorched skin. Your teeth ground against each other, coping with the stinging in your back.

And Everybody Knows You Live Forever

       When You’ve Done A Line Or Two.

Soldier boy stayed behind you, quickly starting to understand just how nuclear this was about to be. His gaze went to his sons face, taking in the look of pure hatred, but also, the smallest hint of fear. His eyes then flicked to your back, seeing the charred edges of your jacket expose the roasted skin below.

Everybody Knows The Deal Is Rotten.

When you found yourself above your brother, you knew it meant no happy endings, not for you. This only ended one way. If your death came at the price of your brothers, that’s something you could accept.

Homelander began to finally get up, to continue his effort to destroy you. If Vought wouldn’t, He would. He didn’t join you in the air just yet, feet staying planted on solid ground.

His gloved hand came up, wiping at the trickle of blood against his forehead. That eye-catching blonde now stained rose, crimson building at its roots. Soldier Boy had hit him harder than he’d thought.

“So that’s how it’s going to be…?” Homelander spoke, unhidden venom in his tone. The man simply scoffed at his son. Despite how shitty of a man he was, he atleast knew what side to stand on when it all came down to it.

“You’re really that shocked?” You asked, playing into your brothers dramatics. His eyes shifted back up to you, away from the sperm donor supe off to your right. They turned to slits, heavy with an immeasurable amount of pure raw anger.

“Awe.” You clicked your tongue. “Someone’s upset.”

Everybody Knows That You’re In Trouble.

He was left speechless, the only thing on his mind was how much of a pest you were. He remembered that about you from when you two had first met. The walls of John’s confinement were rather secure, secure enough to keep him contained. You proved that wrong though when during your first meeting, you bashed his face into the wall, breaking it partially. You’d also broke him, partially.

Alarms went off and his nose gushed. The scientists watching quickly cleared the room, the door locking tight. They were forced to watch through a small window as you’d beaten John till he was left crumbled up on the ground, you hovering, daring him to move.

You were just as capable as him, if not more. And when Vought saw that? It took away from him. You. You took away from him. The only thing that truly mattered to him was validation, and you stole that away. It could’ve easily been John on ice, and he knows the only reason it wasn’t was because you simply couldn’t behave. You were a wild fucking animal, and it was just about time to put you down.

Everybody Knows What You’ve Been Through.

He pushed off the ground, surging up into the air, you following close behind. Soldier Boy was left on the ground, forced to watch you both fight in the air. You both were right back at it, endlessly tangling, trying your best to break each other. It felt like it went on for hours.

The ground shook below Soldier Boys feet every time you two came crashing down. This time he’d actually ducked for cover as you two came crashing like a meteor down onto earth. Your bodies carved a deep crater, one that seemed to strip the both of you of your energy.

When things got too quiet, Soldier boy looked into the deep pit, seeing you crumpled against a dirt wall, while Homelander laid on his stomach, cape covering his trembling body, pushed beyond its limit because of you.

Everybody Knows It’s Coming Apart.

Even beyond his limit, he pushed himself up, watching you do the same. You wouldn’t stop till he’s dead, and neither will he. You once more, surged up into the air, ignoring the painfilled ache in your limbs. He huffed as he followed you up, both of you landing on the ground next to the deep hole.

You two stared each other down, you breaking contact first, looking to Soldier Boy. Though no words were exchanged, he knew what you were asking, and his answer was clear.

Take One Last Look At This Sacred Heart.

You looked back to your brother, then your eyes flickered shut. Homelander didn’t stop to think, his mind no longer working critically, instead it just worked on instinct. He growled out as he pushed himself toward you.

You worked it up and out of you, forcing your abilities past their limits. A guttural cry erupted from you as the large crimson beams shot out, stronger than ever, bigger than what he’d seen. Your body began to push back with every second your beams bore into your brother. It burned at every inch of him. Soldier Boy couldn’t even see him beyond the light anymore, but he heard him.

Soldier boy took one last look at you before you finally moving to hold up his part. It felt like time slowed as he ran, that familiar glow in his chest building the closer he got. Your exhausted war cry mixing with the screams of Homelander rung in his ears every step of the way.

Before It Blows.

Before you knew it, the light erupted, and everything was dark.

Your eyes attempted to flutter open, finding it nearly impossible. The first thing you registered was the sun beating down on you, a warmth that always felt good. Next was the horrid pain that coursed through you.

You couldn’t see but you were heavily injured, Blood seeping and soaking the scorched earth below. You were burnt up in several spots.

A raspy breath had you turning your head, catching the sight of your brother next to you. He didn’t even look like the shining asshole Vought marketed. He looked small, broken beyond repair.

His eyes met yours one last time.

Everybody knows.

Pairing : Joel Miller/ F!Reader / Tommy Miller

Summary : When shit begins to hit the fan, Britteny Spears saves the day.

WC : 464

TW! : Short fic, Violence, slightest gore?, Reader is a bit ditzy.

A/N : Wanted to write something silly, so take my offering.

Divider Credits : pixynari, angeliicide

Oh Baby, Baby.

Heavy footsteps thudded against the warehouse floor.

Oh Baby, Baby.

“Shit! I’m out, cover me!”

Oh Baby, Baby.

“Hurry Joel! Goddammit!”

How was I supposed to know, that somethin’ wasn’t right here?

“Fucking things jammed!”

Oh Baby, Baby.

Clicks and moans echoed off the walls.

I shouldn’t have let you gooo, and now you’re out of sight, yeah.

“Joel watch out!”

Show me how you want it to be

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Tell me Baby, cause I need to know now

THWACK

Oh, because

The sound of a bat cracking against the decaying skull rung in Joel’s ear.

My loneliness is killin’ me (and i)

You’d popped up beside Joel, handling the clicker that just about got ahold of him. You didn’t end there though, turning just in time to bash in the face of a runner, sending a few teeth flying.

I must confess, I still believe (still believe)

You bopped your head along to the lyrics. Your bat came reeling back, the barbed outer layer landing in the mouth of another runner. You hooked your foot around its leg, sweeping it under you to get your bat free.

When I’m not with you, I lose my mind

You’d used that little move to spin on your heel, now facing the downed runner. It hissed up at you, about to get back up.

Give me a sign

Your boot met it’s angry face, stomping it in to the point of beyond recognition.

Hit me, baby, one more time.

You panted as you paused the song on your Walkman, pushing your headphones down to rest around your neck.

You looked up to look at the bloodied brothers. Neither looked amused. Joel usually had this sort of ‘Don’t pet, Not friendly!’ look to him but it only seemed amplified right now. Tommy just look slightly horrified.

“Jesus girl..” Joel grumbled.

“What?” You asked.

Tommy just looked to Joel before huffing a laugh. Joel finally tore his gaze off you, sighing as he took in what all had just happened. Between patrol turning into running for their lives, then nearly dying, then you just easily picking off the crowd while dancing, Britany Spears blasted through the old shitty headphones you’d found.

“You’re trouble.” Tommy said as he began to pass you, only for you to stop him, picking something hair out of his hair.

“And youuuu… have a molar in your hair.” You said as you presented it to him then dropped it. His look of amusement quickly morphing into disgust. You pushed your headphones back up over your ears, pressing play on your Walkman. They watched you take the lead, bloodied bat swinging around, hips swaying to the blown out sound of Baby, One More Time.

Tommy was right, definitely trouble.

Pairing : Tommy Miller x F!Reader Summary : Life was horrifying, but Tommy found it tollerable with you. <3 WC : 1k TW! : Fluff, violence, slight angst, mentions of pregnancy. AN : It was driving me not having something sweet for Tommy, so now i offer you, my dear sweet reader, this. Divider credits :chrisssiren, uzmacchiato, somebitchprobably-graphicdump.

It was easy to say Tommy wasn’t proud of what he did.

He had foolishly thought the fireflies would give him meaning, something more than his brothers inhumane violence that somehow Tommy always got dragged into. He still heard the screams at night, in his head. Torture, pain, the heavy silence that followed in the wake of their brutish actions.

Tommy felt like he was back where he started, the blazing crimson dancing in pools of dark blues and greens. He was left standing there, watching them all burn, engulfed by the flames. Tommy and a few other fireflies had been instructed to blow a Checkpoint at the Denver QZ. Their target was Fedra, but civilians got caught in the blast, burning up in the aftermath.

His feet refused to move despite the fact he needed to, fast. A hand grabbed his arm, forcefully pulling him to the side, behind a building seconds before a raging cloud of heat swept out right where Tommy had been standing. His breath was heavy as he came back to reality, eyes locking onto yours.

The only thing that seemed worth it anymore was you. You, a firefly he met some odd months back around the time he joined. You had been temporarily stationed in Boston. Marlene introduced you two, telling you that you’d be taking Tommy with you.

Everyone in the fireflies had their own sick definition of justice. Yours though, yours was most reasonable in Tommy’s eyes. You never partook in celebrating the deaths of those you killed, always merciful when you could be. You just wanted change, equality, some sense of normality like the distant old times of regular life before.

Tommy wasn’t surprised when he fell in love with you. You were a leader, natural born it seemed. Nights under the stars were filled with a kind of softness reserved for Tommy, and Tommy alone. You were stern where you had to be, but never harsh. Tommy admired you on so many levels.

It was a scary time to feel such way, never knowing if tomorrow was promised. Being in the fireflies meant you could be dead any day, although, being anywhere- anybody nowadays meant you could be dead. He still put his heart on the line, loving you anyways.

You checked if he was alright before holding him close, hugging him tight. “Jesus Tommy..” You whispered in his ear, a slight tremble in your voice. He lived for the smallest moments like this. He lived for you.

“We gotta move. Now.” You said, grabbing his hand as you broke away, running. You both ran like hell, gunfire following your every step. You weren’t sure where the rest of your squad had ended up, only sure that Tommy was safe. It felt like that was the only thing that mattered.

“Shit!” You cursed as a Fedra truck came peeling around the corner. You turned around, trying to figure a way out. “Quick, down the al--!” You fell from Tommy, hitting the cold ground with a cry. You’d gotten shot. His heart sped up as saw the blood gush from your wound. He quickly pulled you back up, right on up into his arms. He didn’t care how heavy you were, he’d carry ten times the weight a thousand times over before even considering leaving you behind.

He held you as secure as he could, throwing his weight into a random back alley door, busting through it. He was trying to find shelter for you, away from Fedra. Your hand lazily spread over the wound, the weakest attempt to stop the blood. Tommy rushed through the building, eventually finding an apartment that had a sturdy door, getting you both behind it.

You felt something cushy below you, perhaps a couch? You were blanking on reality right now, your head nodding off. Tommy cursed, breaths uneven as he tried his best to treat your wound. Every whine was met with a “I know… I know…. M’sorry… so damn sorry…”

When your gaze had focused for a moment, you caught sight of a terrified Tommy. Your hand reached up, trying to grab at him. Blood soaked skin slipped down his front, dragging over his dogtag before it dropped. Before you slipped into unconsciousness, you saw Tears slip from Tommy’s eyes.

Your eyes were heavy but slowly began to open. The first thing you saw was the dirty window casting light across the old forgotten room. Next thing you registered was the steady warmth around you, a strong presence. “..mmmnn…”  You tried to move, only to be met with a searing pain in your gut.

“Shh.. Shh… Easy.” He mumbled, realizing you were up. Your head tilted just enough to see him. He looked exhausted and endlessly worried, but you also saw something else, Relief. “Tommy…” You began. “I’m here… I’m right here.” He finished, reassuring you. “Never going anywhere.” He whispered against the top of your head.

Tommy was true to his word, never leaving you alone. It was only a few months later you both broke away from the militia, taking your chances on the road. You two didn’t spend too long on the road, eventually finding Jackson. Somewhere safe and sturdy.

You two got to live and grow, finally finding a sense of normality. No more killing, no more fighting for your life. It was so… domestic. Tommy and you patrolled together, lived together, ate together, slept together. You guys ended up getting married a few years into being there. Then on came a baby, which scared the absolute shit out of the both of you. Then a dog, some feral puppy you found on patrol that you were able to tame.

Before you knew it, it was your kids 6th birthday. You and Tommy celebrated the little one, throwing them the best party at home. Joel, who you recently met as he settled here, was there. So was Ellie who you also just recently met. Despite being older than all the attending kids, she still had so much fun.

Everything felt perfect in Tommy’s world, and it all started with you. As your kid blew out the candles of the cake you made, everyone clapped. Tommy looked to you, a small smile on his lips. Feeling his stare, you turned to catch his gaze.

“What?” You asked with a small laugh.

“I love you.”

Pairing : Homelander Vs. Twin! (GN) Reader

Summary : Just when things start to seem grim for Billy and his crew, he finds you.

WC : 2K

TW! : Violence, Soldier Boy, Homelander, strong language, Soldier boy having two offspring, Soldier boy getting his ass kicked.

AN : I've been seeing other writers touch on the idea of home lander having a sibling and so I wanted to give it some thought here.

Divider credits : pixopix

PART 2 HERE!!

When Vought created Homelander, they couldn’t bet their image on just one amped up supe. That’s how you came to be. While John grew up to be their good little deranged psychopath, you grew to be a problem. Technically, both of you were a problem, but John was more manageable. You rebelled against them, often putting Vought scientists on the brink of death.

Your rebellion kept you out of the spotlight and eventually landed you in a cold dark box in a far-off Vought facility.

They couldn’t get you to work with them, which would’ve made you expendable if it weren’t for you, being a nearly genetically identical version of your brother. That was your redeeming quality. All you were good for to Vought was a quick plan B.

Thankfully you wouldn’t have to see the day they use you for whatever they needed “plan B” for.

When you woke, it was with a jolt, gasping and panting. Your gaze was hazy as you tried to look around. Wherever you were, it surely didn’t seem anything to do with Vought…. Unless they had gone deep into poverty during your little nap. Moment’s later, the door opened. A ruggish man stood in the doorway. “Sunshines up.” He commented with a grin, one that twinged on unsettling.

“Who….” You rasped, voice barely there. You thought you caught something about him being a ‘Billy Butcher’ but you weren’t too sure, everything still fuzzy. He snapped his fingers at you, trying to get your attention. It seemed like a lost cause when your eyes fluttered shut and you fell back, slipping back into unconsciousness.

The next time you woke, you weren’t alone. A woman sat at your bedside, quiet and eyes closed. She looked gentle, kind. It wasn’t something you knew much of. You observed her until her eyes flicked open, feeling your stare. “You’re awake.” She stated the obvious. You didn’t say anything. She grabbed a water bottle that had been brought in for you, unscrewing it’s cap. “Thirsty?” She prompted, assisting you when you nodded. You leaned up just enough for her to tip the bottle and give you a sip. Instead of a sip, you just chugged, chugging until there was nothing left. It surprised her a little but she chose not to comment on it. She adjusted the pillow under your head slightly before getting up and leaving the room. It wasn’t long before a thinner man entered the room, coming to take her place. He told you his name was Hughie. He was hoping you weren’t another Kimiko. Kimiko was nice, but the mute thing was challenging. When you finally rasped out your name, he nodded.

He sat with you for at least the next hour talking your ear off. He’d just got done talking to you about Homelander when Butcher entered. He’d just gotten back from an outing and wanted to come check in on their little Vought Reject. “Filling her in on the cunt, Hughie?” He asked. Hughie was about to respond when another figure showed up. This one you didn’t need to be introduced to, you know this dipshit well. “Kid forgot to mention how much of a sniveling pussy he is.” Fucking Soldier Boy stood there, stripped down to just some ragged civie clothes. The tension when he showed his face was immediately noticeable. Hughie seemed confused, while butcher just observed. He’d dove into your files as much as he could’ve. He knew Soldier Boy was mentioned quite a few times.

Soldier boy wasn’t stupid, he felt the shift when he popped up. “What?” He prompted, brows furrowing as he watched this sick look twist and morph on your face. His instincts were on point because as soon as he moved, listening to his gut, Firey hot lasers shot from your eyes, burning through the air, burning through where Soldier Boy would’ve been.

Hughie reeled back, Billy slightly doing the same, but his grin somehow finding new heights on his stupid fucking face. “Okay, what the fuck?” Soldier Boy exclaimed once you cut it out. Soldier Boy looked taken aback, which was rare.

Guess that was one thing Butcher forgot to share- Their new asset was the genetically identical twin of America’s top psychopath.

Soldier Boy heavily eyed you, trying to understand you. Hughie had slipped away as Butcher began to explain. “This sunshine here, is our Plan B.” Plan B. Plan A had been for soldier boy to counter Homelander, but it wasn’t enough. By some twisted luck of fate, Butcher had found old hidden files on you. They were about as hard to find as Soldier Boy was, BUT, he found you. He found you and the crew had helped secure you. You were a much easier secure with not trying to kill anyone the moment they pulled you out, instead just taking a good nap over MM’s shoulder till they got you to the van, then here.

He continued to explain to the supe how from the files you were built as a plan B. Soldier Boy began to also realize what this meant, the relation here. You were the unfortunate test tube offspring of the asshole who now stood cautiously in the door. Butcher couldn’t tell if Soldier Boy was actually listening as he went on.

Soldier Boy just held your heated, hateful gaze. He wasn’t one to get emotional or any of that prissy bullshit, but a part of him wondered what you had seen, gone through to be this… well… difficult. If it weren’t for you looking as exhausted as you did, you’d probably be testing to see if he was killable.

“So what’s the plan with this brat?” He asked, looking to Butcher. Butcher just looked to you.

“Feel like a little family reunion?”

That was the plan. It sounded extremely stupid, but it was still a plan. MM, Frenchie, and Kimiko would assist Annie in setting up their trap, something that’d draw Homelander right on in, then he’d encounter you. You and if needed, Soldier Boy. It was great, in theory.

When you finally began to move, you were sluggish. Whatever they had you under, refused to let your body wake up. You had tried to even just walk down the hall only to fall into the wall to your right. Butcher grabbed your arm, pulling it around the back of his neck to help you. He didn’t consider this being an issue but no matter, they’d get you right back in shape soon enough.

Soldier Boy started to seem skeptical of this plan, clearly you weren’t fully operational. “The kid is useless.” He said as he watched Butcher assist you to the couch. You had turned your head, staring daggers at him.

“Do you ever shut up? Whine bout just as much as my brother. Fucking pussy.” You grumbled. It earned a small chuckle from Butcher, but nothing of amusement from S.B. Soldier Boy wandered off, deciding he needed a break from this shit.

Butcher ordered Hughie around to fetch you something to eat, something that’d help build your strength. Annie wearily helped you move, trying to get your limbs functioning. Kimiko and Frenchie had gone out to find you something more suitable than the shitty hospital like gown you wore. M.M. had come to take over helping you move, letting her get a break as he helped you walk up and down the hall, getting the feeling back at least in your legs.

It seemed the best motivator ended up being Soldier Boy. He’d come back in, reeking of weed. He made some unneeded insult about Butcher putting all his eggs in the basket of a cripple. When it got you going, M.M. tried to get you to just focus on moving. Soldier Boy didn’t shut up though. He just kept on going till you had enough.

You broke from M.M., going right into Soldier Boy. Your fist had sent him back quite a bit. That was the start of an all-out supe brawl that no one knew how to break up. Eventually you had gotten Soldier Boy pinned beneath you. Your eyes begin to light when Butcher steps in, grabbing you by your shoulder.

“Playtimes over kids.” He said, somehow effectively ending the fight. At least now you were up and moving, right? Butcher would’ve had you practicing on a target outside but it seems S.B. was enough.

A few weeks later, Butcher was finally sure you were well enough to fight. You seemed lively, and spent every god damned day terrorizing Soldier Boy. He was the only person you seemed to have a problem with. S.B. stuck with Hughie and Butcher, While MM- Frenchie- Kimiko and Annie made their way out to their assigned spot. Before you left, Butcher had found you, you two having a small chat before he watched you push off, soaring through the air just like your brother.

Homelander had just gotten done dealing with a press meeting when he got news of reported starlight activity outside town. He had immediately taken off, wanting to check it out, when he saw the explosion. Frenchie had rigged a bomb big enough to catch Homelanders attention. Everything was going according to plan, especially when he spotted starlight and began a slow decent, holding himself above as some sort of intimidation factor. “Starlight, what a surprise.” He began, that gut twisting smile of his blooming.

“Homelander.” She had, his name bitter on her tongue. “Oh, Don’t sound s---” He was interrupted by the sound the harsh sound of you cutting through the air. His eye shifted to the side just in time to catch you coming right at him. Starlight watched as you crashed into your brother, the impact sending you both miles away. Homelander felt his body drag through the breaking ground as you both began to slow. He caught the look of you above him before your fist connected with his face. The borderline psychotic look that mirrored his. The way you seemed so… happy. It was disturbing. Your fist made a sickening crunch as you punched him. He didn’t let you get a second hit, throwing you off, up into the air.

“You….” He began, sounding truly distressed. You just began to laugh. “Finally!” You yelled out into air. He began to ascend, coming to meet you on your level. “How…” he questioned. “Billy Fucking Butcher.” You said, laughing. “Good fucking man he is.”

Butchers crew had regrouped and taken the van to be in view of your location. Frenchie sat in the drivers seat, Kimiko in the passenger. They watched along with MM, Hughie, and Annie who stayed in the back of the van, watching out the small window. Butcher and S.B. stood outside the van, getting a better view of the two of you. They could barely hear you but they heard your taunts, the way you massively put your brother down. Butcher couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped his lips when you credited him for your freedom, and how it absolutely pissed Homelander off. Serves that cunt right.

It wasn’t long before Homelander had enough, eyes firing their crimson beams, only to be met with yours in return. From there a great fight broke between you two. You two fought each other like hell, unkind thoughts shared by broken hoarse voices. At one point you nearly had him but he slipped away like the snake he is. With you two being about equal on the block of power, it just felt endless. Then Soldier Boy stepped in. Homelander was on top of you when his fathers shield got bashed right into his skull.

Homelander fell off you with a hiss, looking up to see Soldier Boy staring down at him while you got to your feet, hovering slightly by the man. Homelanders breathing was heavy, eventually erupting into some sort of battle cry as his eyes tried to laser the both of you. While Soldier Boy most likely could’ve tanked it, you still put yourself in front of him, just in case. Not that you cared for the older supe, just that he still had value alive.

The searing heat burnt through your gear, burning it up just like your skin. It was only a flesh wound but the fiery beams still had you huffing. Once they retracted, you looked over your shoulder, looking more pissed than ever. Homelander never feared anyone, but this, this got to him.

Oh shit.

Pairing : Joel x (GN) Reader Ft. Tommy

Summary : Joels Passing leaves his partner in shambles. Tommy is luckily there to pick up the pieces of you.

W.C. : 977

TW! : Major character death, mentions of attempted suicide, total angst, violence.

A/N : Hi friends! not my usual kind of take, but I wanted to try my hands at something that left you more bitter than fuzzy.

Divider credits : chrisssiren

It wouldn’t go away.

Everynight you were back at the cabin. You’d nearly ran into Ellie in the thick snow, riding around in search of your lover. By some twisted luck you both found the place and had made your way in. You were both grabbed, pinned. The sounds of distress tumbling from her broken lips fell on death ears. Your focus had been on Joel. You sobbed as you called out to him, watching the blood trickle past his eyes. Ellie at first had tried to plead to Joel but then switched to pleading Abby. You attempted the same but were just left with gut wrenching cries.

You wish you didn’t remember it as well as you did. When Ellie had come to, Dina hovering her, she saw you. You had Joel’s body cradled in your arms, face buried in his bloodied neck, weak little huffs- the only attempt at tears your body had left.

Tonight was no different as you awoke with a jolt. It’d been two months since his passing, yet it felt as if not a day had gone. You looked over at the empty spot beside you, biting down on your trembling lip. He’d never be there again.

You’d never have another easy morning with Joel. Your eyes slowly cracking open to see the dawn’s light showcase every detail about that time worn face. You’d always smile, softly kissing his cheek as you got to admire him for atleast a half hour before he woke. Those deep darks always pulled you in, much more expressive than Joel himself. Words failed the older man a lot so more often than not it was just intense stares between the two of you.

It’s a shame the last time you got to see them, they held nothing but empty. Empty was something you’d never seen on him, and it haunted you.

You chose to go visit him, like most mornings. Despite it being dark out, the alarm on your nightstand reading 3:02, you still were going. You slipped your boots on and headed downstairs. Your jacket still laid on the bottom rail, discarded when you came in from patrol last night.

The crunch beneath your boots sounded so loud in the sleeping city of Jackson. The cold nipped at your cheeks but you barely registered the numbing seer of Wyoming’s harsh winter air. The cemetery thankfully wasn’t far. You passed graves of so many others you knew. That basically summed up life anymore.

You stood above his grave now, looking down to the beautiful flowers left behind. Sinking to your knees, the snow bleed through and soaked your pajama pants. Your pajamas weren’t exactly winter ready but you didn’t have it in you to care about that.

It wasn’t long before you heard crunching behind you. You didn’t even need to turn to know who it was. Tommy met you here some mornings. He never got close, always leaving you the needed space to mourn Joel. He wanted to be there for you, especially with how much you had meant to his brother, you were family.

He swallowed hard as he thought everything over. The fuzzy feeling in his head as Jesse shook him, the rush of anger and devastation at remembering what’d happened before everything went dark. The blurry sight of you holding Joel in your arms, blood soaking you from his big brothers bashed head. The way Ellie just laid there across the room, beaten and bruised, and utterly destroyed. Dina was on the radio with Maria, voice slightly shaken.

Tommy decided to push things this morning, stepping close enough to where he could put his hand on your shoulder, a slight bend at the knees to meet your sunken form. The moment he touched you, a shakey breath passed through your lips.

In some fucked up way, Tommy wasn’t far off in build from his brother. The heavy hand on your shoulder felt like his, even if just for a second.

Your head turned the slightest bit, the only acknowledgement you’d given him thus far. Despite the loss of his brother, another factor to his mourning was you. You’d always been open and bright since you arrived in Jackson. It seemed like the weight of this shitty world couldn’t get to you. He’d watched as his brother met you, fell in love with you. He watched a part of Joel that nearly died off with Sarah, blossom once more.

It was ripped from you the day Joel died.

Tommy remembered the week after Joel’s death when you had missed your 3rd patrol. He’d come to check on you only have to wrestle a spare handgun from you in his brothers bedroom. He remembered sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you just sob on the mattress. Maria swore Tommy was glossy eyed when she had come over at his request. She sat with you while Tommy stepped outside to get himself under control.

He hadn’t even noticed but the mornings light started to rise over the town, bathing the graveyard in a warmth that felt anything but comforting. His focus came back to the present you, a heavy breath passing through him as he watched you shake, the cold having its effect on you.”

“C’mon…” He murmured, his hand leaving your shoulder to instead offer you a hand up. For a moment, he thought he’d just have to move you himself. You surprised him though, taking it and slowly moving up and onto two unstable legs.

He studied you when you turned to him. Overall, you looked exhausted. He didn’t ask, just pulled you in. He held you close to him. You didn’t fight in, just sagging against him. The weight didn’t stop him, he just held tighter.

For the first time in months, the world didn’t feel so totally cold.