Could I request a Soldier Box x reader story where Ben likes reader who is part of the Boys and it's basically his entire mood changes when she's around. Like he could be annoyed or an ass when she's out of the room but when she walks in he's all smiles and sweet to her.
Sweet Girl
Description: You are the apple of Soldier Boy's eye, and it is very obvious to everyone. Everyone except you.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language , cute fluffy goodness that I would eat off a spoon.
Note: Man, these requests make me feral for a husband. Thank you.
"Oi, Soldier Boy. Where the fuck have you been? You've been MIA since this morning. Not planning anything are ya'?" Butcher quips, snatching one of the donuts from the box in front of him.
"None of your fucking business, sport." Soldier Boy hissed.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" Hughie called from the kitchen as he poked his head from around the corner.
Soldier Boy growled. "Again none of your fucking business. Christ on a cross, nibshits."
Your footsteps were descending down the steps as you had heard the commotion from upstairs. Although, it wasn't likely they'd break anything in your house. You just wanted to make sure just in case. You hopped down from the steps, entering the living room where everyone had been sitting.
"We have a right to know where you run off to. Don't want you jeporadizing the mission, fuckhead." MM hollered from across the room.
"I'm not going to fucking-" Soldier stopped mid-sentence and piped down when he caught your eye.
"Everything okay in here guys?" you asked.
"Yeah, just pestering ole' Soldier Boy here." William Butcher gave you a small smirk.
You crossed your arms, tilting your head.
"They are all playing around, Princess. Don't worry I'm fine." Soldier Boy added, his eyes lighting up when he heard you laugh.
"Alright, but don't break anything." Turning away you started for the kitchen.
"Wouldn't dream of it sweetheart." Soldier Boy gives another smile.
As much as you don't believe them, you drew closer to where Soldier Boy had made room for you to sit next to him. His breath hitched, and both Butcher and Hughie noticed the supe in front of them tense up slightly.
Soldier Boy draped an arm over the couch, trying to be subtle. His eyes never left your presence, and the smiles from cheek to cheek were contagious as Hughie and Butcher tried so hard not to bust out laughing.
It was then when your phone rang.
"I will be right back. I have to take this call." You hurried out of the room.
Soldier Boy's smile fell.
"Don't say a fucking word." He gritted his teeth, a long finger pointing at them.
Consider: Soldier boy’s supe sweetheart (real not for the camera) from back in the day is still alive and when she joins him and the boys she becomes a mother figure to the group
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Back To The Good Ole' Days
Description: Without all the publicity stunts, the spotlights, the cameras, Soldier Boy found his way back to you. The same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader// (platonic!)The Boys x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, Language, Soldier Boy pining over the reader.
Note: GAHHHHHH ya'll are way too damn sweet. I love the requests! This is another favorite of mine. I am excited to have written this! Also! I am loaded with Soldier Boy, and I do not care how many requests for him I get because hot damn...I love that man with all of my being, and he is a super big comfort character.
"Ben?" You hollered through the house. "Is that you?" Peering from the staircase, you shuffled down the steps in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Your eyes widened, standing in the middle of the front doorway stood the man you thought you would never see again.
"Ben!" You cried out, as he caught you in his arms. Giggling while he spun you around.
"You look the same, sweetheart." Ben cupped your face in his hands.
"So do you. Wow. I don't know what else to say." You stuttered, just holding him close to you was the happiest moment in your life at the moment.
"I know. I'm still getting used to the times. Which is why I'm here. I need you to come with me. I need your help with something." You pulled away from him, a worried expression on your face.
Your first couple of months with Butcher, Ben and the Boys was all in all the most chaotic mess you could have ever agreed to. It was exceptionally great, some of the most interesting people you had ever come across. They were your family, and reuniting with Ben was top notch.
"Butcher, don't forget, I hung your jacket up to dry on the clothesline. " You called after him.
"Oi! Thanks, love." He replied to you.
"Hughie, do you want something to eat? You look hungry." Hughie shook his head no.
"I'm going to make you something anyway. You're too skinny, boy." You laughed .
Soldier Boy watched as you doted on the others. Something he rarely got to see from being gone from your life. He took to cleaning his shield after partaking in his normal array of pharmaceuticals. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize that your were standing in front of him.
"Hey baby girl." He cooed, lowering his shield to the ground to wrap his arms around your waist. He pressed his face firmly against your stomach.
"Hey Ben. I made you some lunch. Your favorite." He let you go to look up at the plate you held in your hands.
"Oh honey. You didn't have to." He took the plate from your hands setting it on the table.
"I wanted to. I always made you food when you came home. I mean, when you were home that is." You brushed your fingers through Ben's hair as he pulled you in closer to sit on his lap.
"Well-I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon." He reassured you with a feathery kiss to your lips.
"Oh how I missed you, Ben." You whispered loud enough for him to hear you. His grip tightened on your hips.
"We've got time to catch up. Don't worry sweetheart. I love you."
Warnings: Language, bit o’ blood and gore, mentions of self harm, abuse. Demon Dean is a huge dick at this time. But there is a hint of something behind those eyes of his.
Description: There is no remorse from the pain you have felt. It spreads from you to those who you love the most. However, you are not the only one with regrets, nor are you alone.
Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy.
Instills Inside Me-Fear
Instills Inside Me- Lonliness
Instills Inside Me-Comfort
You had seen him, Dean. He had tried to kill you, only to find that the Dean being held captive inside of his head thought otherwise. Which was why he had hugged you tightly against him.
Too tight. You thought he would squeeze the life from your eyes and the breath from your lungs. That was not all on your wandering mind, though. While peering into your mirror you could make out the dark bruises from where Dean's hands had been the night before.
Sam had entered the bunker just in time to tackle and restrain his brother, yet again. You winced when your fingers traced over what Dean had left. Entering your bathroom, where you had been running the hot shower, you slipped into its warm solitude. The water hitting your face, how relaxing it was.
Slipping the towel around your hair, you had stepped cautiously out of your bathroom. Peeking your head from your room, Sam was standing at the end of the hallway, a perplexed look on his face. When he had felt eyes on him, he turned to see you, the corners of his mouth upturning.
"You alright?" Giving him a curt nod, you had walked up to him, wrapping your arms around the younger Winchester.
Sam pulled you up into his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. Tightly clinging to you as you sobbed carelessly into his shoulder. You admitted you were terrified of what had almost happened last night with Dean Winchester, you felt the whole world falling apart in Sam Winchester's arms.
He gently ran his fingers through your hair, rocking slowly with you, trying his best to calm you. Although, he could have just walked with you to the kitchen, where he was heading before you had sadly ambushed him for comfort. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, while he headed downstairs, through the aftermath of the library and into the kitchen. He placed you onto the counter, brushing stray pieces of your hair behind your ears.
"You hungry?" Sam offers to make you a sandwich, which you denied.
"But you never say no when I make food." He whines, making you laugh a bit. Which it made your ribs burn.
"There's the Y/N I know." Looking down when Sam had said that your fists balled, you hopped off the counter.
"You don't know me though." You suddenly found yourself hissing out.
Sam stood in awe, never ever seeing this side of you.
"All you know is the me who so happened to have fucked up one day, broken and a bleeding mess. Dean and you looked at me like I was a stray puppy you could put back together. That you could fix. You took pity on me while Dean despised me every single time, he looked at me." You wiped the angry streaks of tears that kept rolling down your cheeks.
"Dean knew what the fuck I was doing behind the door every night. He could hear me cry, and you could too. You both made it very clear when I come into the same room as either of you. Your brother is tied up in the fucking basement while you're up here tending to my problems. I don't need the pity, I don't. I want you to fix Dean, because the person I saw last night, besides the demon inside of him was not the brother of yours I know. Dean Winchester never fucking apologizes nor gives a fuck about me." You spat, holding your arms to you.
"I've tried everything in the books. Sanctified blood is only killing him, there's no point in exorcisms, he just sits there bored out of his mind, or he's laughing. I'm leaving it up to Castiel to find a solution, other than that we are on our own. I don't see you doing anything, to add to that, when do you do anything other than bitch about what I'm doing." You step back, away from Sam as he takes a step forward.
"What Castiel is doing, Bobby. Hell, maybe the thing inhabiting my brother is right. From what I heard him howling at night, it should have been you instead of Charlie." You had no idea what you were doing next when your hand collides with the side of Sam's face. The echo of the loud slam and the sting that erupted from your hand afterwards.
"Fuck you. Her death had nothing to fucking do with me. She was my friend too. You all fucking blame me for that because of what happened. I was trying to hold it together for this 'oh-so-great' team of ours, but I fucking fell apart, so what. I'm allowed to be human. I'm not a heartless bastard and I'm sure as hell not a fucking Winchester." You pushed through the kitchen door as left Sam, a harsh red handprint on his cheek.
Sam didn't say anything to you about leaving as he was heading out the door with his bag slung over his shoulder. Hearing his car screech out of the drive, you had found yourself pissed off and not thinking straight, your feet dragging you into the direction of the basement stairs where the older Winchester had been put back into place. You knew it was stupid.
However, you did not seem to care much, not anymore. Not after the conversation with Sam Winchester earlier. Now, you were opening the door, and stepping inside to see Dean, trapped in a Devil's Trap, a pair of blessed cuffs on his wrists. There were crosses everywhere, a puddle of holy water at his feet, and rosaries hanging from his chair.
The table had the normal scriptures that they would always read to exorcise demons, there was a plate of untouched food, that was starting to mold. You went to the overturned chair, picking it up and placing it a couple of inches on the outside of the Devil's Trap. Dean's head was low, tucked into his chest.
"You are going to sit there and listen to what I have to say. I don't care what you think. And I don't care about your opinion. I just want you to listen." You spoke, your voice echoing off the walls.
Dean's head snapped up, his eyes pooling black, a Chesire cat sneer visible off-putting.
"See things with Sam turned out great--"
"Shut the fuck up." He raised up, his smile fading when he didn't get the reaction he wanted.
"You are a fucked-up piece of shit. You know that? Bringing up the past like it didn't matter. You made me feel like I was worthless. You patched me up and went back to treating me like I was nothing. All of you...all of you treated me like I was the one who killed Charlie. I was the one who was trying to kill myself. I blamed myself because you all pointed fingers, made comments, made yourselves believe that it was me, because I hated myself. I hated the person I had become when I ran into you. The only one you all are lying about is Bobby. Bobby never made me feel that way, he was a father, a brother, a friend to me and made it known. " You started, shifting in your chair. Dean's eyes had gone back to the pearly green's.
"All I wanted was to be a part of the family. To fight by your guy's side and save people. It was what was keeping me going. Charlie was my friend too. None of you seem to realize that. What's crazier is that when you were trying to kill me last night and all of a sudden you hugged me? Said, "I'm sorry." Whatever fucking demon is inside of you, seems to not know who the fuck you are because I know Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester would never apologize, or hug someone, especially me. Dean Winchester fucking hates my guts. You would know that if you were actually in control." There were those tears again, stinging your eyes, as your voice grew much angrier.
"I-" You had interrupted him.
"There were times where I was close to killing myself, or having a bad day and you know what you would say to me? You would come up to me, that same look on your face every time. "Suck it up, princess. There's no pity party for you." or "Your problems are going to get us killed, either get over yourself or give up." maybe even the one time where after you found me, bleeding all over the fucking bathroom floor, you looked me dead in the eye and said, "You can't even give up." I thought the real monsters were the ones we were hunting. But I can see clearly that the true monsters were right alongside me all along." You hadn't realized you had knocked over the chair and were screaming into Dean's face. Or the fact you were in the trap with him.
You grabbed a fistful of Dean's black tee, shoving him back in the chair, as he laid there on the concrete, looking up at the other trap on the ceiling.
You stood over him. When he managed to look into your eyes and see the fury, the unbridled rage, the disappointment, he overlooked all those feelings behind your eyes.
The only true feeling he saw hurt. You were dying inside; he could sense it. Almost taste it. Nonetheless he laid there, waiting for you to say something, hit him again. Take every ounce of shit and pain that he caused you and throw it back onto him. He deserved it.
You surprised him when you collapsed onto the floor beside him, a fit of sobs escaping your lips, you head dangling into your palms. You were mumbling self-hatred, cursing Crowley and Chuck, whoever else that could be controlling this hellscape you were in.
Dean listened from where he was positioned on the ground, where his cuffed hands only inches away from you.
He took the chance. Not knowing what he was doing himself, creeping his fingers onto a belt loop of your blue jeans, and yanking you back with such a force, that you collided into his chest. He had hooked his cuffed hands over your torso and laid you on top of him while you wrestled to get out of his hold.
"You're wrong. I was quick to pull your trigger and got caught up in all of my ungodly amount of shit. That at the first chance I got, I threw it onto you. I was supposed to be the one who pieced you back together, make you strong so you would keep going. Instead, you were always quick to give up, and I saw that, and I was angry." He poured out to you.
" I was so angry with myself, that I did not want you to end up like I did. Hating yourself every fucking waking minute of the day. I admit I was a fucking menace in your life, but I never knew how much I was fucking hurting you. That is all I know how to do. Push people away, treat them like shit so they won't stick around too long." He paused to make sure you were still with him; to make sure this was all still real.
" With you, you tried. So, I had to try harder, push you to a limit I should have never strayed. When I looked into those eyes of yours, that moment when I found you. You changed. You changed so drastically that I knew for a fucking fact I couldn't keep up with you. I hated myself. I hated looking at you and getting reminded that I used to be in that same position as you. If I could take it all back. I would have. But you know how that goes, Y/N." He spoke with a tone of voice you were not used to hearing Dean use. It was soft, almost like a whisper. You refused to look at him while he talked to you in the awkward way the two of you were in. The shapes traced on the soft, fleshy part of your upper arm, lulling you into a calmer state of mind.
"I am a fucking idiot. Dean Winchester, the man whose seen Death's face a collective of 110 times. Who has been lost just about everyone he loves and is a stone-faced hunter at heart. Never letting one in; never letting anything out." He adds, as your head, craned to look at him.
You stared into his eyes, and for a second he swore he saw a flash of endearment in your eyes. Maybe he was right, seemingly enough as you inched closer to his face, his eyes immediately staring at the pout of your lips.
He strained his neck to meet you halfway, wanting to seal the space between the two of you. Your movement faltered, when you pulled away abruptly.
Slipping out from under his hold, you stood up, picking up the chair and setting it back from under the table. Dean swiveled around, picking himself back up, now upright again.
"Where are you going?" He whines, wriggling in his seat.
You didn't respond, while you went for the doorknob, twisting it open. Looking straight ahead into the hallway, as you walked through the door, the sound of Dean's whimpers made your heartstrings crunch together.
"Don't leave. I don't want to be alone again. Please don't leave me alone."
As you shut the door and moved as far away as you could, heading back to the safety of your room, you could hear the faint clattering, and smashing of items, as well as the guttural screams coming from the basement.
Your heart was heavier than ever, after the older Winchester's confession. One you didn't want but needed to hear anyway. You had sunk into the empty, cold, bed, yearning for an end to whatever you were feeling.
You would hug your pillow tighter than ever--anything to escape the hurt tearing its way through your system.
I hope this isn’t hard for you but can you do fluff ink bendy that has female reader who can manipulate water and that she dote and adores him a lot? I thought it be cute for bendy to have someone that gets excited to see him that water hearts pop up around her.
To make sure this doesn't clog this blogs inbox please send all bendy related asks to @bernarddellichiostro please and thank you <3
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