—you’re my only angel
soldier boy x reader
summary: your friends are still in denial about your relationship with the former golden boy of america
warnings: language, suggestive
it was an unusual sight to behold. hughie was astonished when he first met you and found out you were willingly with soldier boy.
willingly.
he hadn’t bribed you, or forced you like everyone said he had. no. it was all your choice.
you. a sweet, beautiful young woman. incredibly well mannered and spoken. with someone as lewd and disgusting as him. someone like you loving someone like him.
it just didn’t add up.
but you didn’t care about any of that sort of talk done by your friends. you were happy. he was perfect in your eyes and you were perfect in his.
his sweet little angel, one to attempt to fix his tainted soul.
not even purgatory could purify him. but your touch, your grace probably could.
butcher still believed it was all a hoax. one long game you and ben were playing on him. even when your three year anniversary rolled around he was still pleading that it was prank. he just couldn’t see it. his close friend, the nicest woman he’d ever met, with someone he despised.
the only one to come around was kimiko. she seemed to not care. shooting smiles your way every time she saw ben’s hand intertwined in your own. or she’d just smirk whenever said hand began to become ambitious, wondering lower and lower towards your ass, watching hughie roll his eyes and frenchie wink at you.
“stop doin’ that to ‘er.” butchers gruff voice cut through the silence of the room. you, ben and him were all sat rather awkwardly on the stiff chairs, trying to come up with a new plan to dispose of homelander- said plan only having the word ‘kill homelander’ on it, written in your neat cursive handwriting.
“doin’ what?” ben snapped back at the man, like a lion being teased by its prey.
“groping her. ‘s fuckin’ creepy.”
“billy.” you scolded, his head bowing like a dog that had just been told off.
“still don’t believe this y’know.”
“i know you don’t.” you hummed. “but i really think you should.”
“nope.”
“fuckin’ believe it- i fuck ‘er into oblivion every night i would think by now you would’ve heard-” ben’s ramblings were cut off by you smacking his shoulder. a plea not to continue with his sentence.
billy only groaned in response, slumping further down in his chair, mumbling a sting of curse words.
“anyways- we really need to work on this plan.” you stated, picking up your pen. “any ideas?”
“no.” both men firmly stated in sync, you had to admit, they were more alike than they thought, and you also hated to admit that you were so not going to be able to kill homelander. but you tried to stay optimistic.
“great then.” you sighed, putting the pen back onto the table. “it’s okay we’ll think of something soon. promise.” you reassured, you could tell moral was drooping.
your fingers fiddled with the metal chain of your necklace, one with ‘sb’ carved into it- gifted to you by none other than soldier boy. it was a way for him to show his claim over you, tell other men to back off or else he’ll rip them to shreds. that’s what he told you anyways, and knowing him, he probably would kill another man for you.
“stop doing that.” ben whispered in your ear.
“doin’ what?” you innocently hummed, oblivious to what you had done wrong.
“biting your damn lip as you think- gonna have to take you away and fuck your brains-”
“i’m going to go the the bathroom- ben needs to come to.” you excused the both of you, giving butcher a sorry smile as you stood up.
“yeah. ben needs to cum too.” he grinned.
“why do you both- whatever go fuck i don’t care. we’ll sort this out tomorrow first thing. don’t be fuckin’ late.” butcher demanded watching you both walk out of the room.
maybe the man didn’t believe your relationship, but in about two minutes he’d sure hear how happy soldier boy makes you.